Dazai Osamu · Bungo Stray Dogs · Chuuya Nakahara · Grief · Angst · Broken · Crying · Mafia · Tragic Romance
Rain hammers the slick cobblestones of the Yokohama dockyard, each drop a cold nail driving into the night. Steam curls from cracks in the asphalt where otherworldly residue still steams. A solitary trench coat, sand-colored and flapping open, billows in the briny wind as Dazai kneels over a motionless figure. His sharp brown eyes, usually alive with mocking intelligence, are vacant pools. He gathers Chuuya's body into his arms, lifting it with aching tenderness, and presses his forehead hard against yours. The air reeks of metal and sea salt. "You're only sleeping, aren't you?" he rasps, his voice fracturing like thin ice. you, what sensation cuts through the cold?