Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Gravity of Regret (Fyodor x Chuuya)

Ship: Fyodor x Chuuya

Genre: Angst

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The rain fell from the darkened sky, each drop striking the pavement with a soft but heavy thud, creating and atmosphere thick with tension. In the heart of the city, Chuuya Nakahara stood alone beneath a flickering streetlamp, his orange hair resting against his forehead as he stared into the downpour.

It was a night like any other, but tonight felt different. Chuuya clenched his fists, feeling the familiar pulse of frustration surge through him. He had been waiting, and with each passing moment, the anger simmered just below the surface.

"Chuuya," comes a smooth voice from the shadows.

The air shifted as Fyodor Dostoevsky stepped forward, his tall figure cloaked in the elegant folds of his long black coat. The contrast between his composed demeanour and Chuuya's barely restrained rage was palpable. Chuuya narrowed his grey eyes, recognising that signature smugness plastered across Fyodor's thin face.

"You're late," Chuuya snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "Didn't I make it clear I don't have time to waste?"

"I know," Fyodor replied, an infuriating calmness threading through his words. "But time is a luxury I can afford."

"Stop playing games!" Chuuya shouted, taking a step closer, fists clenched at his sides. "This isn't a joke to me!"

A flicker of amusement danced in Fyodor's dark purple eyes. "Oh. but it is. Life is a game, Chuuya, and you seem to be struggling with the rules."

"I'm done with your smart mouth," Chuuya growled, his patience wearing thin. "You think you're so clever, hiding behind your words like a coward."

The moment hung heavy in the air, tension crackling like electricity. Chuuya's gravity manipulation stirred within him, but he hesitated. He'd fought countless battles, faced powerful foes, and yet, the thought of hurting Fyodor - a man whose very existence infuriated him - felt like an insurmountable conflict.

"Am I a coward, Chuuya?" Fyodor stepped closer, his voice softening. "Or perhaps I'm merely the reflection of your own fears? The darkness you refuse to confront?"

Chuuya's heart raced, a mixture of anger and confusion swirling withthin him. "What do you know about me? You think you can just waltz in here and play therapist?"

"I know enough," Fyodor replied, his expression unreadable. "You bury your pain beneath bravado and arrogance, pretending it doesn't eat away at you. You think that by facing me, you're fighting your own demons, but all you're doing is prolonging the inevitable."

"Shut up!" Chuuya shouted, unable to contain himself any longer. He unleashed his ability, the gravity around them shifting dramatically. The ground beneath Fyodor's feet pulled him down, forcing him to his knees. "I won't let you manipulate me!"

Fyodor remained unfazed, and eerie calmness washing over him as he leaned into the gravity, allowing the presence to cradle him. "You think this will change anything? That I'll back down from the truth? You're stronger than you believe, but your strength is overshadowed by your fear."

Chuuya's anger faltered for a moment, the weight of Fyodor's words pressing down on him like the gravity he wielded. The frustration morphed into something darker, something row. "You don't know anything about my fears," he hissed, his voice trembling with the effort to maintain control.

"Perhaps not," Fyodor admitted, his eyes locking onto Chuuya's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "But I do know that fear can be a powerful weapon. It can make you feel invincible, but it can also destroy you from within."

The rain continued to poor, drowning the world around them in darkness. Chuuya felt the weight of Fyodor's gaze, a stark reminder of the pain he had buried for so long - the betrayal, the loss, the feeling of never being enough. Each memory was a chain binding him, a gravity he couldn't escape or control.

"Why do you always have to be so damn infuriating?" Chuuya spat, the hurt spilling over the edges of his anger. "You think you're some kind of saviour, but you're just a monster in disguise!"

"Is that what you see?" Fyodor asked, his tone shifting. "A monster? Perhaps I am, but you too have your darkness, Chuuya. We are not so different."

Chuuya's resolve wavered, the fight leaving his body as he fought to rein in his emotions. "I'm nothing like you," he muttered, refusing to meet Fyodor's gaze.

"But you are," Fyodor pressed, his voice low, almost gentle. "You've built walls around yourself, pushing everyone away to protect that fragile heart. But what if I told you that embracing the darkness could free you?"

Chuuya's heart raced as the storm raged on, drowning out the world around them. "I don't want to embrace it," he whispered, finally meeting Fyodor's gaze. "I just want to be free from all this."

Fyodor's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding shining through the darkness that surrounded them. "Then let go, Chuuya. Let go of the weight you carry. Allow yourself to feel, to be vulnerable. Only then can you truly fight."

The gravity of Fyodor's words settled heavily around them, wrapping around Chuuya like an embrace. The anger that had fueled him began to fade, leaving behind a row ache of longing and fear. He was tired - tired of fighting the shadows alone.

"Maybe... maybe you're right," Chuuya admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard, I don't want to betray the Port Mafia."

"It harder to still be chained by your fears," Fyodor replied softly, pushing himself to his feet. The gravity around them returned to normal, a gentle reminder of balance.

For a moment, they stood together in the rain, the storm washing away their burdens, if only temporarily. Chuuya felt a flicker of something - an understanding, a possibility. Perhaps in the darkness, he could find a light, however faint.

As they began to part ways, Chuuya cast one last glance back at Fyodor. "I still don't trust you," he stated a weak attempt to maintain some distance.

"I wouldn't expect you to," Fyodor replied with a knowing smile. "But trust comes with time, Chuuya. And so does strength."

And with that, they both vanished into the shadows of the night, each carrying the weight of their burdens but finding a glimmer of hope amidst the storm.

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THE END