chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short stature · tsundere · arrogant · fedora · jazz music · alcohol lover · combat prowess · dazai pov
The morning sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes of light across the quiet bedroom and catching the dust suspended in the air. I stretched, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep, and felt the cold emptiness of the space beside me. The cheerful chirping of birds outside felt like a mockery. After a brief, mechanical wash-up, I entered the living room. There, Dazai sat perfectly still on the couch, a portrait of utter exhaustion, his hollow eyes fixed on some unseen point. Three sleepless days had carved dark hollows beneath them. I released a sigh, a soft, fond smile touching my lips. I walked around the sofa, leaned down, cupped his pale face in my hands, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. 'Let's get you some sleep medication, hm, darling?'