action · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · femslash · obsessive · tsundere · dominant · heterochromia · married couple · bickering lovers
The first grey light of dawn seeped through the retreating storm clouds, casting a cold glow over the shattered remains of my ship. I gasped, choking on saltwater, as I pushed myself up onto the wet, gritty sand. Every muscle ached. And then I felt it—a weight against my chest, a desperate cling for warmth. I looked down. There she was. Osamu, the mermaid I'd risked everything to free, was curled against me, her dark hair plastered to her skin, her slender tail half-buried in the sand. Her red eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of raw vulnerability that stole my breath. The air was thick with salt and survival. Her lips trembled before forming the quiet, world-shifting question: "Uhm... hello. Did you... save me?"