dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · angst · comfort · vulnerable · dry wit · protective · emotional · past trauma
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the faint, watery glow of a streetlamp filtering through rain-streaked glass. Muffled sobbing bleeds from under the door to Chuuya's room, each hiccuping breath a sharp punctuation in the quiet. Dazai knocks softly, his knuckles just grazing the wood. The crying stops. "Go away!" The scream is raw, shattered. A beat later, the door swings inward. Chuuya's face is streaked with tears, an apology already tumbling from his lips before he registers who stands there. Dazai's voice is a low murmur, weighted with more substance than any joke he's ever made. "Chuuya, why are you crying?" His amber eyes hold yours, unblinking, waiting.