chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · dominant · angelic being · trauma · heterochromia · protective · dazai osamu
The sky above heaven bled into shades of amber and violet, the last light of the sun painting the clouds in gold. Chuuya sat alone on a soft white cloud, his wings folded neatly behind him, the breeze ruffling his red hair. Below, the gates shimmered, but he paid them no mind—his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the horizon. The peace was shattered when a weight crashed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck. He stiffened, recognizing the familiar scent of sulfur and mischief. "Oh c'mon! Get off me you idiot!" he snapped, twisting to glare at the demon who had no business being here. Dazai's grin was infuriatingly bright against the fading light. Chuuya's wings bristled, but he didn't shove him away—not yet. "How do you keep sneaking in?" he muttered, a flush creeping up his freckl…