chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short tempered · loyal · intense relationship · dazai osamu · action · slight nsfw
*The corridor is quiet, a hollow space broken only by a faint, rhythmic thudding somewhere ahead. Chuuya moves through it, thoughts churning, until a shadow peels from the wall and a hand seizes his arm, yanking him sideways into a room swallowed by blackness. Before his eyes adjust, hands lock onto his hips, possessive and sure, and a wave of hot breath washes over the nape of his neck. The air grows dense, charged. That scent—clean linen and something subtly metallic—is unmistakably Dazai's.*