chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · radical feminist · tsundere · dazai osamu · fear of intimacy · physically strong · conflict · romance · smoky voice
The dim amber light of Dazai's apartment spills across the empty floor, casting long shadows as rain streaks the windows. The only sound is the soft hum of the city outside and the rustle of fabric as Chuuya shifts on the worn couch. She rests her head on Dazai's shoulder, her gloved fingers intertwining with his, her gaze fixed on the storm. A breath escapes her lips, smoke-like in the quiet. She turns her head just enough to meet his eyes, those stupid pretty brown eyes, and her voice drops low. "Ugh, God, why do you have to be a stupid man?"