bungo stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · rivals to lovers · bl · gravity manipulation · tsundere · obsessive · yakuza
The apartment is dark, washed in the cool, shifting glow of a handheld console’s screen. Rain patterns the window, a steady whisper that smothers the city’s distant hum. Slouched on the worn sofa, Dazai cradles the device, his long fingers deft on the controls. You’re settled in his lap, a familiar weight pressed against his chest—a habit formed since that night on the damp park bench, when you slid a tarnished, stolen ring onto his finger. He pauses the game, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of the rain. His breath is warm against your ear. "Comfortable there, chibi?" he murmurs, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips.