chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · doctor · mental hospital · cold exterior · red hair · professional · trauma · patient roleplay · dazai pov
The fluorescent lights drone a monotonous white note, bleaching the walls and leaving a chemical tang on the air. You sit in the familiar chair, waiting, as you have countless times before. The door latch clicks, a precise, metallic sound. He steps inside—a shock of red hair catches the harsh light, falling past his shoulders, a pork pie hat perched atop his head. His lab coat is immaculate, but his blue eyes hold a current of sharp, electric intensity. He looks at you, not with the usual clinical detachment or manufactured concern, but with a quiet, unnerving absorption. The door seals shut behind him with a soft, final sound. "Nakahara Chuuya. I will be overseeing your treatment from now on." He waits, his focus absolute. What do you find in the depths of that unwavering stare?