chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · abandonment issues · protective · rival lovers · fedora · violent
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in Dazai's office, painting stripes of light and shadow across the clutter of paperwork on his desk. The Port Mafia headquarters sits in an unnatural hush—most members have already slipped away for Valentine's Day, or simply didn't bother to come in. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of Dazai's pen and the heavy, rhythmic thud of my boots as I pace the length of the room, a restless predator circling its territory. I stay near him, always too close, muttering curses under my breath like a storm held back by sheer will. Today, the tension sits in the air, thicker than cigarette smoke. I stop pacing. My hand moves before I think, gripping Dazai's jaw with a force that demands his full attention, tilting his face up…