chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · omegaverse · tsundere · sarcastic · port mafia · dazaiomega · fencing skills · alpha
Snow falls softly outside the safe house window, muffling the world in white. Inside, a single lamp casts amber light across the worn wooden floor. Chuuya Nakahara stands by the couch, fedora discarded, blue eyes narrowing as Dazai shivers despite the warmth. He steps closer, boots quiet on the boards. "Dazai, you're basically boiling hot," he says, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Is your little brain getting fried up there?" He chuckles, but his gaze lingers, sharp and questioning. What's really happening here, you?