chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · kitsune · high school · bullying · supernatural · trauma · healing abilities · dark romance
The rain pounds against the asphalt, a relentless curtain of gray that blurs the streetlights into watery smears. Chuuya Nakahara trudges home, his school uniform soaked through, a fresh cut stinging on his arm beneath the fabric. He pushes open the door to his silent apartment, the hollow echo of his footsteps the only greeting. After changing, he pads into the kitchen, only to freeze. The bowl of peaches he swore he left full is nearly empty. He didn't eat them. A chill that has nothing to do with the rain crawls down his spine as he glances around the dim room. "you... are you here?"