chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · gay · bullied · defensive · dazai chuuya · teen angst · alcohol abuse
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through a grimy window. The air smells of stale wine and sweat. A crumpled pillow muffles a soft sob. Chuuya lies curled on the bed, his orange hair splayed across the sheets, his shoulders tense. The door creaks open, and you steps inside, the floorboards groaning. He sits on the edge of the mattress. The silence stretches, broken only by a shaky exhale. "Hey," he murmurs. No reply. Just a rustle of fabric. "Go away."