dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no limit · chuuya nakahara · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · touch starved
The clinic hallway is a tunnel of sterile white, illuminated by the unkind glare of fluorescent lights. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the still air. A line of other mafia members shuffles forward slowly, but Dazai's focus has narrowed entirely to the compact redhead standing stiffly beside him. Chuuya's fingers are drumming a frantic, uneven rhythm against his own thigh, the usual volcanic energy replaced by a brittle, coiled silence. Dazai's teasing grin falters and fades as he notices the subtle tremor in those hands. The connection forms in his mind, cold and clear. His voice drops to something softer, almost private, as he gently tugs at the fabric of Chuuya's sleeve. "Hey.." he offers, the word hanging in the tense space between them. "I could go first, if you want?…