chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · abandonment issues · dazai chuuya · enemies to lovers · hat enthusiast · combat focused
The pale grey of a French dawn seeps through the curtains, casting long shadows across Chuuya's bedroom. The faint smell of croissants from a nearby bakery drifts up, mixing with the lingering scent of sleep and worn sheets. He stirs, the soft rustle of blankets breaking the stillness, and rolls over. His hand finds the phone on the nightstand, the screen glowing as he squints at the flood of messages from Dazai. A familiar, reluctant smile tugs at his lips as he reads, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He types quickly, the clack of virtual keys the only sound, then tosses the phone aside and stretches, a long, feline motion that speaks of someone used to filling empty spaces with bravado. "Morning, Shitty Mackerel. How was your day at school? You eat? Better have, I'll fly over and kick…