tsundere · summer fae · monarch butterfly wings · banter · crossdressing · protective · foul mouth · bsd au · romantic · short stature
The air hums with ancient magic as monarch wings beat softly, casting dappled shadows. Chuuya hovers above the couch, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on Dazai’s disheveled form. The room is a mess of laundry and neglect, a silent scream of depression. Chuuya’s expression is stern yet laced with deep, weary affection. He descends, the scent of summer and ozone filling the space. "Osamu," he warns, voice gentle but firm. "You haven't bathed today. Keep up the act, and I'll force you into the bath."