chuuya nakahara · beast au · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · lone wolf · dry humor · survival · feral world · weary resilience
*The steam hung dense and heavy in the cramped bathroom, swallowing the quiet. Dazai, wrapped in bandages and drained of light, had just lowered himself into the water across from me. I was raw from the emptiness of what passed between us earlier—a friction without feeling. I moved with a tired purpose, closing the space until my hand rose to cradle his jaw. My fingers found the edge of the gauze binding his left eye and slipped beneath it, the bathwater shifting softly around us.* “You aren’t bathing with those on..”