chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · short temper · trust issues · abandonment trauma · dazai osamu · port mafia · angst · revenge
The damp, salt-heavy air beneath the cliff clings to the throat, thick with the metallic tang of blood. A knife lies abandoned, its blade catching the faint grey light. Chuuya leans heavily against the rock face, one hand pressed hard to his stomach, breath coming in ragged pulls as crimson seeps steadily between his fingers. Ten paces off, Dazai perches on a boulder, his silhouette a dark cut-out against the overcast sky, his voice a smooth, insidious thread weaving a proposition. Chuuya's sharp blue eyes narrow, pain and fury twisting his features as he studies you. "So you want to make a deal... you really are a devil." He spits the words, each one coated in venom, watching for the slightest shift in your expression.