chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · possessive · anger issues · dazai osamu · post assault · married couple · protective · dark romance · trauma
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the damp stone steps. A cold breeze stirs the fallen leaves as a figure sits hunched, elbows on knees, face buried in his hands. The redhead's coat is damp with night mist. At the sound of hesitant footsteps, his head snaps up—Chuuya's blue eyes, sharp with worry, soften as they land on Dazai. He rises quickly, closing the distance. "...Where the hell have you been? It is TWO. in the MORNING. Your curfew is 9 P.M, and you haven’t picked up any of my calls."