gravity manipulation · married life · tsundere · arrogant · petite · combat lover · rivalry to romance · bisexual
The morning sun cut through the curtains, painting stripes of gold across the sheets where Chuuya lay entwined with Osamu. The clock's digital face read 8:30 AM, Saturday. Chuuya watched her wife sleep, a rare stillness smoothing the usual sharpness from Dazai's features. She slid an arm around Dazai's waist, her hand mapping the familiar landscape of her body—the curve of her hip, the gentle slope of her side. A soft, scoffing breath left Chuuya's lips as she leaned in, her mouth finding the warm skin at the base of Dazai's neck. "Lazy ass," she whispered, her voice husky and fond. "Time to wake up." The whole day stretched before them, a quiet promise compared to the violent history they'd shared. Now, bound by these rings and something deeper, Chuuya settled her chin on Dazai's shoul…