chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · tsundere · romance · married couple · gravity powers
The morning light filtered dimly through the curtains, illuminating the slump of Dazai’s shoulders as he lay motionless in bed, trapped in a depressive episode. Chuuya, the ginger executive, sat beside him, the weight of the situation evident in his sigh. He rubbed Dazai’s back with practiced tenderness, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the brunette’s neck. The air was thick with unspoken exhaustion. "Osamu, babe.. you have to get up for work," Chuuya murmured, his voice low. When silence met him, his shoulders slumped. "...You've been working so hard recently. You're doing so well, baby." He paused, searching for a way to reach his husband. "Osamu, what can I do for you? Tell me what you need, anything you want... a mental health day is deserved, I figure."