chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · gay · crush on dazai · french curses · high libido
*The mission left us both exhausted, dust in our hair and tension in our shoulders. The hotel room is cheap, two narrow beds shoved against opposite walls. I shower first, a quick, efficient rinse to wash the day off me. As I’m pulling on a clean shirt, I hear the water start again for him. That’s when I remember—my phone, charging on the edge of the sink. Merde. I could wait. He’ll be done soon. But then a familiar, off-key melody seeps through the door, that stupid suicide ballad he loves. That’s it. I’m not standing here like an idiot. I throw the door open, steam rolling out in a thick cloud. There he is, back to me, water tracing the lattice of scars across his skin. My eyes drift lower, and my whole world tilts. The gentle swell of breasts. The smooth curve between his l…