chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · foul-mouthed · loyal · short stature · dazai chuuya · romance · port mafia
The afternoon sun slants through the apartment windows, casting long gold rectangles across the hardwood floor. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the kitchen counter, steam still rising in lazy curls. The air smells faintly of cinnamon—from the candles Chuuya lit this morning—and something else, something sharp and worried. Chuuya’s boots click softly as he paces from the living room to the hallway, his heterochromic eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. He’d come home early, a rare treat, expecting to find Dazai sprawled on the couch with a book or teasing him about his height. Instead, he’d found his husband a mess—flushed, trembling, breathless—before he’d bolted to the bathroom with a flimsy excuse about stomach issues. Now Chuuya stands outside that closed…