chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · divorce · melancholic · guilt · angst · short stature · gravity manipulation · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the solicitor's corridor buzz with a dull, institutional hum, painting the threadbare carpet in a sickly pallor. You and Dazai occupy opposite ends of a worn bench, the brim of his hat pulled down to shield his eyes, carving deep shadows across his face. He doesn't glance your way, his attention absorbed by nervously picking at the frayed lining of his long coat. After a silence that stretches into eternity, his voice rasps out, rough from disuse. "you, I'm sorry. Again." The words drop into the stillness, leaving behind a vacuum filled only with regret.