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I could be overthinking (probably am), but this quote by Asagiri made me think that the series is VERY reflective of their audience, meaning that these characters were made THINKING about the audience, and everything in the series- things like mental health portrayal, representation, etc, were all made while considering the audience (since he emphasizes his audience in this quote a lot).

--> What Asagiri said at an interview

So I have a theory- ish thing about the title of the series: Bungo Stray Dogs! Let me first lay out my interpretation of Asagiri's quotes build it up a bit...

I think this is one of those events where, unless you've directly felt it or gone through it, you can't actually grasp it that well, but some people find their own lives to be dull. Maybe it's something related to depression, but when you come to that point, you don't feel any attachment to your life, and you don't find any reason to engage in your life fully. It's kinda like existentialism, but worse, because instead of finding joy and acceptance in the lack of meaning in life, all you feel is hollow, and all you're left with is a desire for escape.

And for these people, it's these times when stories are needed. When Asagiri mentions that this story is not for certain people, he means that BSD is not for people who are comfortable in their lives. He means that BSD isn't a story too needed for those who don't mind being fully engaged with their lives and are generally satisfied with being alive. Of course, they might have their own problems, and by "them" I don't mean people who are 1000% satisfied with their lives, but unless you feel utterly devoid of meaning in your life, fiction is still an entertainment and a hobby to pass the time.

On the other hand, some people (as aforementioned) actually do require stories to not just "live", but genuinely to survive. They require stories "like oxygen" because these are the people who replace their lives with stories like BSD. It's for people who cannot find their own meaning in life and therefore depend on stories. Without it, their lives start to lack joy, and with a life you do not enjoy/care for, it is impossible to survive. So to live on and cope with the weight of their lives they cannot handle, these people heavily depend on fiction. Since they literally depend on fiction to live, they are likely the people "that aren't good at living" that Asagiri is referring to. It's possible for Asagiri to have said this, hoping that these people are the ones he is helping through his story.

We, as people outside fiction, are able to look inside fiction, see people with the same problems as us, and watch as they move forward DESPITE their struggles. So when in real life, we feel stuck, we're able to gain hope from seeing these characters heal from their traumas / overcome challenges. This therefore, is probably the effect Asagiri wanted to have through his writing. He probably wanted to help those who depend on fiction by: 1) providing them a fiction to bury themselves in, but also 2) making (mentally) relatable characters to help the audience (aka the ones not good at living) survive through hard times by getting hope). Perhaps this is why he said his book could "be the oxygen" for these people. He wanted to offer both immersion and restoration.

So, I’m writing a crossover fic between BSD and Harry Potter, and I’m one of those neurotic people who absolutely needs it to be as close to canon as possible (in terms of characterization and abilities, not plot wise). So I went and rewatched a bunch of Chuuya’s fights to get a handle on how he does things. 

At fifteen, Chuuya’s style is very kick-based, seeing as how he never uses his hands until the end for personal reasons. This means he has a ton of lower body strength and focuses most of his ability on his legs–we see this when he crouches on walls and on ceilings. Even in his twenties, his primary attack is a kick. When Dazai insults his shoes, he goes for a kick, not a punch. When he’s fighting Kenji during the Guild Arc, again, he again goes for a powerful kick that slams Kenji into the wall. When he starts fights, he likes to begin from a crouching position or at least one that’s hunched over, versus someone like Yosano, who starts upright with her giant fuck-off meat cleaver in a position she can swing it from. My assumption is he does this so when the fight starts, he can rocket upwards to a powerful, ability-bolstered kick. 

You see his kicks again in his fight versus Lovecraft. This man kicks at the tentacles.

He also has a very refined danger-sense. When Yosano comes up behind him, he notices her swing quickly enough to dodge and land on the ceiling. Again, he’s using For the Tainted Sorrow on his legs. He doesn’t pull a Spiderman to hang from his hands. This is what happened during his fight with Hirotsu, when he kicked Dazai away before Falling Camellias could activate on him. 

In his fight with the GSS, he decimates most of the members with powerful kicks and launches pieces of pavement at the rest from up in the sky. He’s very flexible, seen in how many of his kicks end up putting him into a split or even further. He also twists and flips a lot in midair, manipulating his own gravity and inertia to dodge attacks. In short, he’s absolutely devastating at close-range, because as soon as he touches you, he can use FtTS to crush you into the ground. He tends to try and take out opponents with a single blow, much like Tsunade’s chakra-enhanced hits. 

You also can’t hit him with physical attacks because as soon as they touch him, FtTS activates. This doesn’t seem to be difficult for him and is more like an automatic defense. Nobody could possibly have enough brainpower to physically feel each of the many bullets that touched him during the fight with the GSS and manually attach the ability to each one, unless you happen to be card-scratch-memorizing Fyodor.  

This means, when FtTS is activated, he can’t really be touched by physical projectiles. Also, his ability does very well against inertia-based abilities, because FtTS controls inertia to a terrifying degree. I’m a chem student, not a physics one, so I don’t have the technical knowledge to explain this accurately. However, Hirotsu’s Falling Camellia is explicitly a repulsion-based ability. But he gets curb-smashed by Chuuya because his ability works in one direction, while FtTS works in any direction Chuuya wills it. 

In short, it’s a stupid idea to fuck with Nakahara Chuuya. His style means inertia-based abilities and physical projectiles are useless and end up giving him more ammo anyway, and even being touched by him is a death sentence. If you find yourself fighting him, an enclosed space is the worst place to be. Somewhere out in the open with few things he can touch and accelerate to terminal velocity in your general direction is your best bet.  

he had you on your tummy, your head smushed between his arm and bicep while he took you from behind. the lack of oxygen on top of the fact that you both smoked beforehand had your head spinning. “i can’t he—help it ren m’sorryyy,” your pouting lips pressed against his arm, giving it little kisses. how cute.

eren pulled out halfway before slamming back in, his hips grinding against your ass. his strokes were nice n’ deep, his swollen tip bumping against that squishy spot that had you gasping for air. you were so soft and warm he almost didn’t wanna pull out, wanting to bask in your essence all night long. “r-ren i *hiccup*—”

“i know, baby, i knowww. hurts so good doesn’t it?”

you let out a pathetic ‘uh huhhh’, drool slipping past your lips and onto his tatted forearm. you couldn’t quite find the words to say to him, but that’s okay!! whenever he had you like this eren always did the thinking for you.

your backside pushed against his front, meeting his thrusts halfway. “thas’ right baby c’mon, fuck me back. show me how much you wanna cum,” eren slurred into your ear, his tongue lolling out to lick the shell of out. you shivered, tears slipping freely from your already bloodshot eyes.

“wanna cum so bad renny, y-you’re gonna—hah, finish in—inside right?” you were sure you’d burst into uncontrollable sobs if he denied you of the sweet feeling of filling you up with his warm cum. eren clenched his jaw impossibly tight, his dick throbbing painfully hard from your dirty mouth.

“mmph, don’t worry baby. after tonight you’re gonna be dripping my cum for days, i promise princess,” his free hand hooked two fingers in your mouth, his balls tightening when you immediately started swirling your tongue around the digits. “thounds like a dweam,” you panted against his fingers, your eyes now fluttering shut.

“uhn uhn, look at me y/n. wanna see your face when i make your pretty pussy cum,” it took all the strength you had to open your eyes and turn your head to the side but it was all worth it to see the fucked out, yet oh so slick smile on eren’s face. “tho pretty,” you moaned, nibbling on his knuckles.

embarrassingly enough you calling eren pretty had the coil in his tummy snapping, his hips snapping against your one more time as he came inside of you. his orgasm triggered your own, a symphony of moans leaving your kiss swollen lips—very loudly might i add bc eren’s a little shit and pressed down on your tongue to open your mouth wider.

“mm you like being called pretty renny?”