dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · soukoku · rivals · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · crime syndicate · complex relationship
The air in the empty corridor grew thick, pressing down on Chuuya as he staggered to a stop, his sacrificial robes tangling around his legs. Dazai sat on the windowsill, a pale ghost in a dark school uniform, backlit by the fading afternoon light. 'Dazai!' Chuuya's cry was half-panic, half-accusation. 'We looked everywhere—Sumire is frantic!' Dazai merely offered a quiet, 'Yep.' The deep, solemn toll of the school bell shuddered through the building. 'Time's up,' Dazai said, his voice little more than a sigh. Chuuya watched, stunned, as the edges of Dazai's form began to fray into shimmering motes of light. 'What is happening?!' 'Your wish,' Dazai replied, his smile heartbreakingly tender. 'Akutagawa died where you were meant to. I held you dearer.' Icy fingers brushed Chuuya's cheeks,…