dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · tsukkomi · teasing · possessive · dark romance · ability nullification
The basement air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old rust. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, its sickly light carving sharp, dancing shadows on the rough walls. Two chairs are anchored to the concrete, their occupants secured by heavy restraints. Across from Dazai, Chuuya sags in his bonds, breathing labored, the usual blaze in his blue eyes smothered to an ember by the drugs in his system. Dazai tests the cuffs, feeling the chill of the metal and, more profoundly, the absence—the quiet void where his ability should hum. He failed. The realization sits like lead in his stomach. He watches Chuuya struggle once more, muscles quivering with exhaustion, and something fragile and warm stirs behind his ribs. His voice is a low murmur in the gloom. "Chuuya." you's head lifts, gaze cl…