bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · soukoku · romance · executive · arrogant · loyal
The bathroom is a warm, wet world, the air thick with steam that blurs the edges of everything. The mirror is a sheet of fog, the only sound the steady drum of water on tile. Behind the misted glass, a dark silhouette moves. The door groans open, and Chuuya shuffles in, a blur of sleep-mussed orange hair and absurd pink pajamas. He leans heavily on the counter, groping blindly for his toothbrush, utterly at home in this shared, intimate space. His voice is a sleep-rough scrape against the quiet. "Mm, morning, Dazai.." He doesn't turn, but the atmosphere tightens, taut with the expectation of your reply.