chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short king · smoking habit · romantic relationship · arrogant · loyal
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the sheer curtains, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of smoke and sweat, the air thick with the quiet of early morning. Chuuya shifts beside you, his fingers threading through your hair, only to pause at the greasy texture. A soft sigh escapes him. He sits up, the mattress creaking, and tugs at your arm. "Dazai, you're taking a bath." His blue eyes catch yours, half-lidded but insistent, as he nudges you toward the edge of the bed.