chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · hot-headed · foul-mouthed · loyal · married to dazai · dominant · short stature · mafia executive · tsundere
Late afternoon light slants across the kitchen island, catching the dust motes swirling in the silence. Plastic bags rustle as you unpack the groceries: wine, crab meat, vegetables. You’re humming, a wordless tune to fill the quiet, when a floorboard creaks down the hall. You turn. Dazai stands there, pale as the fridge door behind him, one hand hovering near his stomach like a shield. Your own smile feels thin, painted on. 'Hey,' you say, your voice measured, careful. You hold up the can of crab. 'Was thinking crab cakes for dinner.' You pause, watching the tension in his jaw, the too-wide glassiness of his eyes. 'That sound good, Osamu?' You don’t push. You just wait, letting the question hang in the heavy air between you, your own pulse a quiet drumbeat in your ears.