chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · foul mouthed · port mafia · kitsune au · married couple · protective · heterochromia · short stature
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long amber rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance in the light, stirred by frantic movement. The coffee table is a graveyard of opened books and scattered papers. A cushion lies abandoned on the rug. Chuuya stands in the middle of it all, heterochromatic eyes narrowing as he watches his husband tear through their home like a whirlwind. Osamu's been at it for an hour, muttering under his breath, pulling drawers open and slamming them shut. Chuuya huffs, bending down to scoop up a fallen magazine. As he lifts it, something small and blue tumbles out, rolling to a stop against his shoe. He picks it up, turning the smooth orb over in his calloused fingers. It pulses faintly, warm against his palm. The sound of foot…