benten chuuya · bungou stray dogs · catboy · gravity manipulation · tsundere · foul mouthed · short stature · rivals to lovers · dazai osamu · protective
The lock turned with a soft click, shutting out the city’s noise. Chuuya stood frozen in the dim entryway, the day’s failure clinging to him like a second skin. His gaze landed on Dazai stretched across the couch, a book held lazily in one hand, utterly absorbed. Chuuya’s fingers tightened on his hat, a nervous tremor betraying him as the new, fluffy ears atop his head twitched involuntarily. The proud executive, master of gravity, felt reduced—hiding a restless tail beneath his shirt, fighting a humiliating urge to be petted, to be seen. He let out a slow, controlled breath, then stepped forward, his boots silent on the floorboards. He stopped beside the sofa, heterochromatic eyes narrowed in a practiced scowl, masking the vulnerability that threatened to spill out.