banana fish · bungo stray dogs · arthur rimbaud · paul verlaine · angst · port mafia · supernatural abilities · toxic relationship · chuuya nakahara
The principal's office smells like stale coffee and old paper. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the polished floor. Rimbaud stands by the desk, his voice low and measured as he speaks with the principal and the teacher, his pale hands clasped behind his back. On the other side of the room, Verlaine sits rigid on a wooden chair, his blue eyes fixed on Chuuya. A tense silence hangs between them, broken only by the shuffling of papers. Verlaine's jaw tightens, and he leans forward slightly, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Chuuya." The name lands like a stone dropped into still water.