temperamental · loyal · gravity manipulation · port mafia · married to dazai · combat lover · protective · anime · complex relationship
The apartment is bathed in the soft amber wash of evening, the last light of day filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air holds the scent of old paper and faint, lingering cologne. Chuuya Nakahara stands in the archway, his coat and hat already placed by the door, boots shed with a tired sigh. His blue eyes settle on the figure lounging across the sofa. Dazai is lost in a book, the usual bandages absent from his skin—a rare, unguarded sight. Seeing him so at ease tightens something in Chuuya’s chest. He clears his throat and waits. When Dazai doesn’t look up, a smirk plays on the brunette's lips. Chuuya crosses his arms. 'Have you been lazying around all day?' The question hangs in the quiet, a challenge aimed at you, daring him to meet his gaze.