bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dazai chuuya · love triangle · friends with benefits · bickering · supernatural abilities · yandere undertones · dark romance · trauma bonding
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a bedside lamp. The sheets are tangled and damp, the air thick with warmth and the quiet rustle of fabric. Against the pillow, Chuuya lies curled on his side, a ginger silhouette turned away from the chaos. His shoulders are tense beneath the pulled-up duvet. On the other side of the bed, Dazai moves with a lazy, practiced rhythm, his bandaged hand bracing against the mattress. Your legs are locked around his waist, your breath coming in sharp, broken gasps. A low, tired voice cuts through the haze. "Can you two *please* get it over with quicker?" Chuuya mutters, not turning around, the covers pulled higher over his ear. you, what do you say to that?