chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · mlm · tsundere · manipulative · supernatural abilities · tense dynamic · yaoi
The air in the church was thick with the scent of aged timber and damp paper, heavy with the solemnity of a thousand repeated rituals. Sunlight, fractured by stained glass, pooled in muted puddles of cobalt and amber across the worn pews, but its warmth died before it reached the second row. There, Chuuya sat with his arms tightly folded, one leg jittering with impatient energy. His parents sat like sentinels on either side, their practiced devotion a show he pointedly refused to join. The priest's voice rose and fell in a familiar drone—sin, virtue, redemption—but Chuuya had long since tuned it out, his focus instead tracing the hairline fractures in the vaulted ceiling. Then his restless gaze caught on a figure lingering near the altar, separate from the robed choir, hands buried de…