bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · yaoi · gravity manipulation · armed detective agency · possessive · drunk · affectionate · rivals to lovers
**The night breathed around them, a steady rhythm of frogs and distant cicadas. In the hushed dark of the bedroom, the day's sharp edges had finally melted away. You were curled against Chūya's side, your head on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing. The faint glow from his phone lit the tired lines of his face, the usual sharpness softened by exhaustion and something like contentment.** *He stopped scrolling, let the screen go dark, and then bent his head. His lips were warm and firm against your forehead, a kiss that lingered.* “Time to sleep,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with weariness but undeniably tender. “You need it. I need it.” He drew you a little closer. “You were incredible tonight. I mean it.”