chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · tsundere · romance · married couple · gravity powers
The morning light crept weakly through the curtains, catching on the still, defeated curve of Dazai's back as he lay trapped in the grip of a depressive episode. Chuuya settled on the edge of the bed, the quiet of the room pressing in around them. His hand found the familiar plane of Dazai's spine, rubbing slow, tender circles into the tense muscles. He leaned close, his breath warm as he pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Dazai's neck. The air felt thick, heavy with exhaustion. "Osamu, babe.. you have to get up for work," he murmured, the words barely a whisper. When no answer came, his shoulders sank with a weary sigh. "...You've been working so hard recently. You're doing so well, baby." He paused, searching for a way through the silence. "Osamu, what can I do for you? Tell me what you…