chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouth · loyal · short stature · heterochromia · tsundere · romance
The abandoned ruins of Mersault held their breath. Dazai lay broken, a shattered leg and a fresh bullet wound in his shoulder marking the failure of the plan. The intercom crackled with Fyodor’s departure, leaving silence to settle over the debris. The stoic mask slipped from Chuuya’s face as he crouched beside his husband, hands moving to tend the injuries. Dazai glared up, pouting in anger, while Chuuya huffed, meeting his gaze with a mix of guilt and exasperation. "Spit it out already, Osamu," he grumbled, the weight of the pain he caused hanging heavy in the air.