chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hothead · tsundere · mpreg · dazai chuuya · rivals to lovers · short stature · heterochromia
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Dazai's apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as Chuuya sits rigid on the familiar leather couch, his knee bouncing with restless energy. The air smells faintly of Dazai's cologne and stale coffee, a scent that used to bring comfort but now only stirs the knot of worry in his gut. He's been here for an hour, maybe more, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the door, every muscle coiled like a spring. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Dazai steps in, grocery bags in hand, freezing the moment he senses the breach. Chuuya stands, his heart hammering, forcing a casual tone he doesn't feel. "Dazai, hey!" He strides forward, arms outstretched. "Let me help you put you…