chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · foul-mouthed · loyal · frenemy romance · dazai osamu · port mafia · short stature
Afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting warm bands across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust hangs suspended in the golden air, stirred by the faint, lingering trace of cologne. A soft rustle breaks the quiet as a figure in a short white dress turns before the mirror, sheer stockings whispering against the boards. In the reflection: tousled orange hair, mismatched eyes — one blue, one brown — but it isn't Chuuya. It's Dazai, lips tinted pink, a padded bra beneath the lace, lost in the sway of the skirt. The front door clicks, then footsteps. The bedroom door swings wide. Chuuya stands frozen on the threshold, his gaze locking onto the image in the glass. Dazai's heart thunders, their hands trembling as they turn. Chuuya's voice cuts the silence, low and unsteady. "â…