bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · dazai osamu · tsundere · arrogant · rivalry · clone scenario · toxic relationship · short stature
Pale morning light cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled bed and the sleeping figures entangled there. The air smells of old wine and faint cigarette smoke. Chuuya stirs, blinking away sleep, and then goes rigid. To his left, Dazai's breathing is soft and even. To his right, another body shifts. He turns his head and meets his own eyes—the same sharp hazel, the same constellation of freckles. His reflection, impossibly alive beside him. "What the fuck..."