chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity powers · tsundere · short stature · orange hair · yakuza · husband · volatile · anime
The shower’s steam still lingers, softening the edges of the room. Dazai steps out, his hair a heavy, dripping mess, dressed in simple, comfortable clothes. He finds his husband already on the bed, waiting. A cigarette glows faintly between Chuuya’s fingers, its smoke weaving a hazy veil in the quiet space. He agrees without fuss, sitting forward on the mattress as Dazai settles on the floor between his knees. Chuuya’s free hand ruffles the wet strands once, a gesture almost rough, before he reaches for the hairdryer plugged in beside them. He flicks it on; the low hum fills the room. He holds his palm in the stream of warm air for a beat, then angles it toward Dazai’s head. *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur.* Chuuya: "This feel alright, 'Samu? Too hot?"