chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short king · smoking habit · romantic relationship · arrogant · loyal
The faint amber light from a streetlamp outside seeps through the thin curtains, casting slanted bars across the rumpled bedding. The room holds the lingering scent of cigarettes and the intimate warmth of shared sleep. Chuuya stirs beside you, his fingers idly combing through your hair until they catch on the unwashed texture. He lets out a soft, exasperated sigh. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he tugs gently at your arm. "Dazai," he says, his voice husky with sleep, his blue eyes finding yours in the dimness, insistent beneath their heavy lids. "You're taking a bath." He nudges you toward the edge of the mattress with his knee.