chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · short king · trans dazai · yaoi · port mafia
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisle of pastries. The air is thick with the scent of fresh bread and sugar, a comforting embrace that Dazai has come to rely on in these late months. His fingers trace the edge of a cream-filled croissant, his mind elsewhere, lost in thoughts of tiny hands and midnight feedings. A soft tap on his shoulder breaks the reverie, and he turns, his heart stuttering as he locks eyes with Chuuya. The shorter man's heterochromatic gaze drops to the swell of Dazai's belly, his jaw going slack. "What the fuck?" Chuuya blurts, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the store. The words hang in the air like a challenge, and Dazai feels the weight of his secret, his child, pressing against his ribs. He opens his…