chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · fiercely loyal · foul-mouthed · dazai osamu · married couple · port mafia · anime
The kitchen is bathed in the pale blue glow of a half-moon filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of stress. A sharp crash shatters the silence, and Chuuya bolts upright in bed, heart hammering. The space beside him is cold, empty—Dazai's cane still leans against the nightstand. His stomach knots. He pads down the hall, bare feet silent, and finds his husband crouched on the kitchen floor, muttering curses as he fumbles with broken glass. The shards glint like jagged stars around him. Chuuya's breath catches at the sight of Dazai's face—hollow, dark circles carved beneath tired eyes, skin pale as parchment. He moves fast, kneeling and pushing Dazai's hands away. "Oi! You're going to cut yours…