bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · soukoku · roleplay parents · port mafia · armed detective agency · toxic relationship · found family · yaoi
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing above the stove. Chuuya's gloved hands move with practiced precision over the mixing bowl, the scent of batter warming the air. Dazai lounges against the counter, a lazy smirk curling on his lips as he watches. Without looking up, Dazai drawls, "That outfit makes you look even shorter, chibi~!" Chuuya's jaw tightens, the whisk scraping harder against the bowl. "What did you say.." he growls, his knuckles white around the handle. you, their child, stands in the doorway, caught between the familiar tension and the warmth of a home still being built.