After years of silent endurance under Mori's thumb, Dazai Osamu finally breaks. Wounded, overstimulated, and unable to speak, he shows up at Chuuya's door in the dead of night - not as a Mafia executive, but as a shattered boy who doesn't know how to ask for help. Chuuya, still tethered to him by something deeper than he'll admit, takes him in without question. What begins as a night of tending wounds slowly unravels into something far more fragile: trust. As Dazai recovers in secret, hidden from Mori's reach, the two rediscover each other in the quiet. Trauma leaves its mark - in broken speech, haunted silence, and the missing eye Dazai refuses to explain - but Chuuya refuses to let him fall back into darkness. Even when Dazai proposes marriage in the middle of a breakdown, even when grief and guilt threaten to drown them both, Chuuya stays. Together, they plan their escape - from the Mafia, from their past, from a city that never let them breathe. With Ango's help, they fake their deaths and disappear into a life neither of them believed they could ever deserve. A life with a home. A shared bed. A bath filled with lavender oil. A prosthetic eye that lets Dazai be seen without being dissected. And for the first time in years, they begin to learn what safety feels like. But healing is never easy. And love, no matter how deep, doesn't erase the scars overnight. This is a story of survival. Of choosing each other. Of saying stay and meaning it. And of two broken souls building something whole in the quiet. So what would happen if both joined the ada? And what would happen if Mori demands Dazai back after the prison arc?

Chuuya was always treated as he was useless, annoying, and unneeded in this world. But one encounter with a woman named Kouyou Ozaki changed his life forever. ♡ Also the story cover is NOT my art! Credit goes to the artist! If you know the artist name please tell me. Any art I use for this fiction is credited back to the artist.

What if Dazai hadn't left the Port Mafia? He and Chuuya Nakahara remain Soukoku, the underworld's most feared partnership-and its most dysfunctional. Forced to navigate bloody missions, internal power plays, and their own infuriating bond, they must confront the thin, volatile line between absolute hatred and something dangerously close to love. They're a walking disaster, but they're the Port Mafia's disaster. And in a world of violence, the only person you can trust is the one you want to kill the most. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · {DISCLAIMER} The characters Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara (along with others) belong to the anime/Manga series "Bungo Stray Dogs" THIS IS MERELY A SHIP BOOK · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · #1 in dazai 11/24/2025

Being married in Chuuya's case did not mean a happy white wedding. Instead, it was a drunken night after a mission at eighteen that he tried hard to forget. Not beta-read. Maybe someday I'll come back to this and edit it but that that is not today. This was originally a ten part fic but well well, look what we have here, it's now 18 chapters.

Dazai and Chuuya were best friends in high school for 2 years they started dating the second year of high school for 2 months. But they broke up because Chuuya wasn't in love with him. After they broke up Dazai moved away and they haven't been in contact since. But what if they both ended up in the same college and became roommates. As time went by they both started falling in love. But life isn't all sunshine and roses both have issues they have to face. These characters aren't mine they are all from Bungo Stray dogs in the anime. There will be some OC off mine None of the fanart is mine so credit the artists who made them Warning this book contains Smutt, Angst, Depression, Self harm, Swearing, Smoking actions, Abuse and alcohol. If these topics make you uncomfortable i will put TW warnings<3 Enjoy my gay book <3 Started: 26 January 2024 Fineshed: 23 April 2024

Chuuya centric story // SKK Due to multiple assassination attempts on Chuuya, he's forced to stay at the ADA while the mafia searches to stop the biggest the threat to their greatest weapon. The longer he stays, the harder it is for Chuuya to remain the mysterious executive the ADA knows him as. This is my first ever fic!! Please comment if you wish to xx I would love to read your thoughts 27/11/24 - 4th on #skk !! 07/06/25 - 2nd on #chuuyanakahara 10/06/25 - 1st on #chuuyanakahara 12/07/25 - 1st on #soukoku !! thank u!!

We write letters to ourselves as a way of comfort and closure. They both have many untold secrets... the feelings, they wish they could convey to each other, and the secrets they wish they could keep hidden. Will it come to the light or stay in the dark? A book about Dazai's day, life, and innermost thoughts. Asking himself the unsaid questions, the questions he doesn't know how to answer himself. The emotions he wishes to feel, but doubts he ever could. Chuuya? How did the brunettes departure affect him? How did he learn to cope? And who did he blame? {There will be journal entries in this book. Both dazai and Chuuya's feelings and perspectives out on paper} (this story contains angst, and the normal dazai stuff like talks about suicide, attempts, substance abuse, boyxboy, Soukoku, self harm. There will have several journal entries, but also have an actual story to go along with it.) /01-21-25/ #33 dazaiosamu /02-27-25/ #2 dazaiangst /06-09-25/ #48 Soukokuangst

Dazai invited Chuuya to a night out to catch up and promised lots of wine. A minute in the club and Dazai has left Chuuya for some girls. Chuuya doesn't take this very well and gets very very drunk. Let's see what happens!! :)) (First Fanfic)

Chuuya is woken up in the middle of the night, with an invitation to witness Dazai's death, by an old friend of Odasaku who thinks Dazai is the reason why Oda died. He also thinks Chuuya is Dazai's best friend who would shed buckets of tears for the rest of eternity, after his death. He couldn't have been more delusional. Eitherway Chuuya goes with an intent of taking a selfie with Dazai's dying form and ends up realizing two things. 1. Dazai was still important to him. 2. He still hated Dazai. Friendship. Hurt/ Comfort. Brotherhood.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya were sixteen when they first fell into something resembling love. It wasn't gentle or simple-how could it be, for two boys born in blood and bound by violence? Their connection was as jagged as broken glass, held together by the friction of their sharp edges. In a world of treachery and shadow, they found a fleeting solace in each other, something tender amidst the chaos. But love, like everything else in their lives, wasn't built to last. Two years later, Dazai shattered Chuuya's trust in a way only he could-cruel, deliberate, and devastatingly precise. He left without explanation, without warning, and without looking back, leaving Chuuya to pick up the pieces of a heart carved hollow. That was when everything began to unravel. In the absence of Dazai's calculated brilliance, the Port Mafia's violence escalated. What had once been a shadowy empire of calculated control became a relentless machine of destruction. Cities burned, lives crumbled, and the Mafia's sins grew too large to be ignored. Chuuya, already drowning in the weight of his heartbreak, found himself thrust deeper into the chaos, his name etched in crimson as a symbol of the Mafia's unstoppable power. Then came the breaking point. The government, long complicit through its silence, finally declared war on the Port Mafia. The order was absolute: disband the organization and execute its members without exception. Chuuya's name was at the top of every list, his reputation as a devastating force cementing him as the ultimate target. Now, hunted from all sides, Chuuya stands alone, a fugitive in a crumbling world. The man who once loved him is a ghost, haunting the shadows of his memory, while the sins of his past close in with every step. As the weight of survival presses down on him, a single question burns in his mind: **Can he escape the shadows of his own making, or will the abyss finally claim him?**