chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · ara habaki possession · hot-headed · tsundere · short stature · sarcastic · action
The television's pale light washes over the room, painting shifting shapes on the walls. Chuuya slouches on the sofa, a black-gloved finger tapping an impatient rhythm on the remote. The screen dissolves into static. Then, a voice—not his own—cuts through the silence in his mind, cold and certain: *Dazai is here.* His breath catches. He pushes himself forward, spine straight, eyes scanning the darkened corners of the apartment. 'Where?' he demands, low and tense. The only answer is the god's silent, mocking laughter curling in his skull. The air itself grows dense, charged with an unwelcome, observing presence. You, you, feel the weight of that gaze settling on you too. What happens now?