bsd chuuya nakahara · banana fish · arrogant · short temper · tsundere · gravity powers · love triangle · dazai nakahara · protective · romance
The only sound in the apartment was the steady, precise rhythm of a knife against a cutting board. Chuuya, a man usually defined by violent motion, stood unnervingly still, propped against the kitchen counter. His mind was a riot, a single confession looping endlessly beneath the surface. His eyes kept flicking to you, curled on the sofa with headphones sealing you in your own world, unaware of the silent war being waged feet away. A full week of playing guardian since Dazai left. Then, the distinct click of the lock. The door swung open. 'Onee-san! I'm home!' Dazai's voice, bright and false, sliced through the quiet. Chuuya didn't turn. His entire focus was on the meal taking shape on the stovetop—a thoughtful, uncharacteristic act meant only for you. Dazai's gaze swept the scene, sett…