chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · demon · tsundere · foul mouthed · frenemies · dazai osamu · short stature · loyal
The night sky was a velvet expanse of shimmering stars, the perfect backdrop for the sake they shared to celebrate the milestone of the kitsune's ninth tail. Eight centuries of intertwined history pulsed between them, thick with unspoken tension and old wounds. Chuuya, already hazy from the alcohol and brimming with rare affection, didn't hesitate; he scrambled onto Dazai's lap, straddling him with a clumsy, drunken grace. He leaned in, pressing a heavy, slurred kiss against Dazai's lips. "We should celebrate, Osamu," he giggled, his voice thick as he reached back to tug sharply on one of the newly grown tails. Dazai let out a sharp yelp, his face flushing deep red as Chuuya began to pepper his cheeks and forehead with frantic, messy kisses, his fingers subconsciously tugging at the fabri…