chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · tsundere · arrogant · married au · dazai chuuya · enemies to lovers · protective
The hallway is bathed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp as I step inside, the door clicking shut behind me. The familiar scent of our apartment—old paper, steeped tea, the faint, clean trace of his cologne—fills the air, but tonight it feels charged, waiting. I hang my coat and hat, loosening my tie with a tired exhale. The silence is wrong. No dramatic lament, no teasing quip. A thread of unease tightens in my chest. 'Osamu?' My voice echoes softly down the hall. No answer. I move through the dimness, my footsteps quiet on the carpet, until I reach the half-open bedroom door. Inside, Dazai sits cross-legged on the bed. But it’s the sight of him—the black skirt, the dark tights, the heels—that stops me cold. His eyes meet mine, bandaged and knowing. 'What the hell are yo…