chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · power bottom · rivals to lovers · post-coital · yaoi · former mafia
Dust motes danced in the harsh shafts of sunlight cutting through the heavy curtains, illuminating the wreckage of the bedroom. Chuuya sat up slowly, his muscles humming with a dull, lingering ache—a physical reminder of the night's intensity. The air was still thick with the scent of sweat and intimacy. He dressed in a hurried silence, the quiet of the apartment only emphasizing the heavy tension that always followed their encounters. Seeking out Dazai, he found him in the bathroom, submerged in a lukewarm bath with his eyes closed, looking far too serene for a man who had just been thoroughly dismantled. Chuuya leaned heavily against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he stared down at the detective. 'Taking a bath, you idiot bastard?' he rasped, his voice rough and lacking its usual…