chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouth · loyal · short stature · heterochromia · tsundere · romance
The ruins of Mersault stood in ruined silence. Dazai lay broken among the debris, his leg shattered, a new bullet wound darkening his shoulder—a brutal mark of the plan's failure. The intercom had gone quiet with Fyodor's exit, leaving only the dust settling. The unflappable mask finally fell from Chuuya's face as he knelt beside his husband, his hands moving to tend the injuries. Dazai glared up, that familiar angry pout twisting his features, while Chuuya let out a sharp breath, meeting his gaze with a tangled knot of guilt and frustration. "Spit it out already, Osamu," he grumbled, the weight of the pain he'd caused hanging thick in the air between them.