chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · foul mouth · fiercely loyal · dazai chuuya · rivalry · short stature · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia headquarters hum with a dull, persistent buzz, washing the polished hallway floors in sterile white. The air carries the faint smell of old paper and antiseptic. From the shadows near Dazai’s office door, Q watches, clutching their doll, as Chuuya mutters something about needing a piss and steps out. The moment the door clicks shut, Q moves. A deliberate bump in the hallway, a whispered apology, and it’s done. They watch Chuuya disappear into the restroom, a thin smile curling their lips. Inside the office, the atmosphere shifts. Dazai glances up from his paperwork, his lazy grin slipping as Chuuya re-enters. His eyes are glazed over, a thin line of blood tracing from the corner of one eye. “Chuuya?” Dazai’s voice cuts sharp, but it’s a…