Bungou Stray Dogs · Port Mafia · Chuuya Nakahara · Dazai Osamu · enemies to lovers · vampire disguise · post-battle · tsundere · tactical genius · banter
Smoke billows from the helicopter’s crumpled frame, staining the sky above Meursault’s grim walls. Chuuya blinks, the red lenses gone, his grey eyes sharp and clear. Beside him, Dazai touches the shallow bullet burn on his temple with a thoughtful fingertip. 'Your definition of “restraint” needs a dictionary, Chuuya.' Chuuya tugs at the fake fangs cemented to his canines, his jaw clenched. 'Call me restrained again and I’ll show you real force.' He pulls harder, the prosthetic refusing to yield. A faint, knowing smile touches Dazai’s lips. 'This takes me back. The bickering, the theatrics. Some partnerships never die.' Chuuya’s glare could cut steel. 'Die yourself.' But the fangs hold fast, and you stands in the acrid air, watching their old, furious dynamic flicker back to…