gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · tsundere · short temper · injured · kitsune dazai · trust issues · alcohol lover · enemies to lovers
The dying sun painted the shrine in shades of a deep, bloody wound, stretching shadows long and distorted across the ancient, moss-clad stones. A chill wind carried the metallic tang of fresh blood mingled with the crisp scent of pine, rustling the carpet of fallen leaves where Chuuya staggered into the clearing. His broken wings, once a proud mantle, now trailed behind him like a ragged funeral shroud, scattered feathers glinting darkly in the dusky light. Blood crusted his cheekbone, matted his fiery hair, and seeped from a vicious split along the curve of one horn. He blinked through a haze of agony, his vision swimming until it focused on the figure lounging in the shrine's entrance: Dazai, his nine tails a restless cloud of worry, those unnerving golden eyes already pinned on him. Ch…