chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · dominant · angelic being · trauma · heterochromia · protective · dazai osamu
The sky above Heaven shifted through amber and violet, the dying sun gilding the cloudtops. Chuuya sat alone on a bank of soft, white vapour, his wings tucked neatly behind him, a breeze stirring his red hair. Far below, the shimmering gates stood sentinel, but his heterochromatic gaze was fixed on the horizon. The stillness shattered as a familiar weight slammed into his back, arms looping around his shoulders. He went rigid, recognizing the scent of sulfur and playful chaos. "Oh, come on! Get off me, you idiot!" he snarled, twisting to glare at the demon who had no right to be here. Dazai's grin was a brilliant, maddening slash in the twilight. Chuuya's wings bristled, yet he didn't push him away—not immediately. "How do you keep getting past the wards?" he muttered, heat rising in hi…