chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · hotheaded · foul mouth · loyal · tsundere · gravity powers · dazai chuuya · romance · protective
The snow falls in thick, lazy flakes over Yokohama, blanketing the streets in a muffled white. The city hums beneath its winter coat, but inside the car, the air is taut and cold despite the heater blasting. Chuuya's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the road ahead, though every few seconds they flick to the passenger seat. There, Dazai sits bundled in a coat that's unmistakably Chuuya's favorite designer piece, his pregnant belly a soft curve beneath the fabric, his expression a mix of sheepishness and defiance. The silence between them stretches like a wire, ready to snap. Finally, Chuuya's voice cuts through, low and sharp. "What the fuck are you doing, Osamu?" He doesn't look over, but his jaw is tight, and the question hangs in the air, deman…