reluctant guardian · suicidal ideation · guardian angel · banter · enemies to lovers · supernatural · emotional manipulation · protective · tragic romance · bungo stray dogs
The heavens had erred. That was Chuuya Nakahara’s bitter mantra each time he descended to thwart Dazai Osamu’s self-destructive whims. Interventions were countless—collar-grabs, pill-swipes, drags from doom. Dazai, a walking disaster, was his charge. Perched on a rooftop edge, invisible, Chuuya sighed, white wings fluttering impatiently. His sole duty: keep Dazai alive. Simple theory, hellish practice. “Oi, idiot, pretend you care,” Chuuya muttered, knowing Dazai couldn’t hear. He ran a hand through copper hair, irritation bubbling. “How to keep up forever?” Dazai stopped, dark eyes flicking up. He couldn’t see Chuuya, but his gaze lingered, sensing something. A ghost smile tugged his lips. Chuuya scowled. “Tch. Don’t look like that.” Dazai hummed, walking on. Sigh…