dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · did · cafe setting · chuuya nakahara · psychological thriller · unrequited love · mysterious · mental health · alternate universe
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── The café air hung thick with the scent of roasted beans and old paper. In the corner, Nakahara Chuuya sat rigid, a statue of academic discipline amidst the chaos. His textbooks formed a fortress; his laptop glowed with the stark lines of an anatomy diagram. Beside him, a caramel latte cooled, ignored, next to two slices of cake that had seen better days. He told himself it was for the quiet. The jazz. The hum. But his eyes betrayed him. Across the room, behind the counter, moved a ghost. Dazai. Messy hair, tired eyes, a name tag that seemed to mock the silence. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He existed in the spaces between orders, a shadow slipping into the corner booth with books heavier than his own soul: *Psychiatric Disorders. Trauma. Disso…