chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · unrequited love · jealous · dazai chuuya · yaoi · hidden feelings
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing in the stale perfume of spilled wine and something cheap, floral. Empty bottles glint on the floor, casualties of the night. On the bed—his bed—Dazai lies sprawled, clad only in boxers and bandages, a violent slash of red lipstick staining his throat. Chuuya's glove creaks as his fist tightens. His voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. "Are you fucked up, bastard!?" The question hangs, sharp and unanswered, as he turns his gaze fully toward you, waiting.