port mafia · gravity control · short tempered · dazai chuuya · bungo stray dogs · angst · codependent · young adult · corruption · loyal
The television flickers in the dim apartment, painting the cluttered room in shifting shades of blue. Dazai is slumped on the couch, his breathing slow and steady in sleep. Chuuya stretches, a restless energy in his limbs, when his gaze snags on a notebook half-hidden under the bed, its pages splayed open. He knows he shouldn't. His fingers move anyway, flipping the cover. The graphite drawings inside are brutal—depictions of blood, bone, and darker, more intimate horrors. His breath catches sharply in his throat. "What the hell is this?…" he whispers, voice raw. He looks up, but Dazai hasn't stirred. You're the only one here who might understand why he can't bring himself to look away.