port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · married · protective · tsundere · osamu dazai · dark fantasy · romance
Dawn light filters through the curtains, illuminating Chuuya rising from the sheets with habitual punctuality. Yet, the air is thick with the scent of buttered toast and eggs. Chuuya blinks, disoriented, to find Osamu already awake and dressed. The clock mocks the hour. Chuuya stares, bewildered, his voice a rough whisper. “Why are you —?”