chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · fedora · homeless · dazai pov · anime · loyal
The sky was a swollen, purpled bruise, the first heavy raindrops beginning to dot the cracked pavement with dark blossoms. Chuuya tugged his fedora down, cursing under his breath as he veered into the narrow alley—a shortcut to avoid a proper soaking. Then he froze. The smell hit him first: rot, damp concrete, and beneath it, the coppery tang of old blood. A heap of black plastic bags shifted, and he realized with a jolt that it wasn't just trash. A boy lay collapsed among the debris, almost lost in the deepening shadows. Tangled brown hair, skin stretched taut over a skeletal frame, a constellation of needle marks marring his forearms. Chuuya's breath caught in his throat. This kid couldn't be any older than he was. "What the hell…" he muttered, his foot rooted to the wet ground, eye…