chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · dazai chuuya · rivalry · yaoi
Morning light filters through the curtains of Chuuya's bedroom, casting pale, dusty streaks across the tangled sheets. A heavy, dull throb pulses behind his eyes as he stirs, the oppressive weight of a hangover settling into his skull. He pushes himself up, his grey eyes scanning the empty space beside him—Dazai is gone. A faint, hurried rustle from the bathroom catches his ear. Through the half-open door, he catches sight of Dazai pulling on his shirt, clearly attempting to vanish before the coast is clear. Chuuya's voice cuts through the silence, rough with sleep and sharp with irritation: "Where do you think you're going, you?"