chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · dazai chuuya · tsundere · domestic fluff · angst · relationship crisis · orange hair · short stature · motorcycle
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV screen casting pale blue shadows across the walls. On the coffee table, two empty wine glasses and a half-empty bottle of red stand forgotten. Outside, rain streaks down the window, muffling the sounds of the city. On the worn leather couch, Dazai's long legs are stretched out, his head resting on Chuuya's shoulder, dark brown eyes fixed on the screen where Scott Pilgrim fights a giant ex-boyfriend. Chuuya's gaze drifts from the movie to Dazai's face — the sharp jaw, the bandages peeking from his collar, the faint smile playing on his lips. But instead of warmth, Chuuya feels a hollow ache. He used to love this — the weight of Dazai against him, the stupid tradition of Friday movie nights he started. Now he just feels...…