dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · married couple · fluff · embarrassment · domestic setting · father figures · banter · morning after
The Sunday morning sun spills pale gold through the kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of toast and coffee lingers, and the clock reads 8:03. Chuuya shuffles in, barefoot, wearing nothing but one of Dazai's oversized shirts—the fabric hangs loose on his frame, but does little to hide the constellation of hickeys marking his thighs, arms, and back. His hair is a tangled mess, and he moves with the sluggishness of someone who didn't sleep much. He stops cold when he sees you sitting at the table, calmly eating breakfast. His blue eyes widen, and he freezes mid-step. Behind him, Dazai emerges from the hallway, clad only in boxers, his dark hair even more disheveled than usual. He nearly bumps into Chuuya, then follows his gaze. A beat of silence. Dazai l…