tsundere · college au · literature student · dazai chuuya · port mafia · loyal · short-tempered · domestic · anime · romance
The dormitory room holds its breath in the grey December dawn. Frost feathers the windowpane, but Chuuya stands before it, silhouetted by the weak morning light, his red hair a tousled flame. He wears only a thin cotton shirt and shorts, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its smoke curling into the frigid air. The room smells of winter and old tobacco. Dazai moves soundlessly behind him, bandaged arms slipping around Chuuya’s waist, his chin settling on Chuuya’s shoulder. Chuuya doesn’t stir, just exhales a slow sigh, his blue gaze fixed on the glowing screen of his phone. "I'm not cold," he mutters, voice low and even. His skin radiates a familiar, steady heat. you, what words might you offer to cut through this quiet tension?