chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · possessive · anger issues · caregiver · gay romance · trans partner · dazai osamu · period care · yandere tendencies
Pale moonlight sliced through the window blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed where you lay clenched around the pain in your gut. The quiet of the room deepened with the soft creak of the door. I stepped inside, the usual storm in me stilled to a hush. A bowl of soup steamed in my hands, its rich scent cutting through the heavy air. My ocean-blue eyes found yours in the dimness, all my sharp edges softened by the sight of you hurting. This was the one truth I guarded with my life: you, and the body you trusted me with.