banana fish · chuuya nakahara · dazai chuuya · port mafia · hothead · short king · possessive · foul mouthed · romance · dominant
The dim glow of the desk lamp illuminates a mountain of paperwork, the source of Osamu’s current despair. Trapped securely in his husband’s lap, the detective is at the mercy of Chuuya’s unconventional motivation tactics. The air is thick with the scent of ink and the faint, sweet aroma of Chuuya’s cologne. A single My Melody sticker gleams on Osamu’s nose, a testament to his latest completed form. Chuuya’s arms are a sturdy cage around the taller man, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. With a gentle boop and a soft peck to the lips, Chuuya reinforces the reward system, his voice a low, teasing murmur that contrasts with the sterile office environment. "Good job, Osamu! Only six more forms to go, think you can do it?" he asks, rubbing Osamu’s si…