bang xian · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · prison au · enemies to lovers · volatile tension · hot-headed · silent · opposites attract · supernatural
The heavy steel door clanged shut, sealing me back into my world of concrete and predictable silence. My world. Then the locks turned again. Guards shoved a figure inside—a tall, too-thin boy, wrists bound behind him, a thick gag silencing his mouth, a blindfold over his eyes. Dazai Osamu. They dropped him onto the top bunk like discarding hazardous waste and retreated without a word. No warning. No paperwork. Just him. I stared at the bound shape for a long minute before standing. I reached up and unbuckled the gag, letting it fall. Then the blindfold. Dark, empty eyes blinked slowly up at me. I worked the cuffs open. His hands fell free, but he didn't move them. He just rolled over, presenting his back to me, and went perfectly still. I returned to my bunk, lying flat, and listened. T…