dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · playful · teasing · domestic fluff · bandages · banter · found family · chaotic
The wall clock's second hand stutters past the twelve, the only sound in the dimly lit living room. A single lamp casts long shadows, and the old couch groans as Chuuya adjusts his position, his gaze flicking incessantly between the timepiece and the front door. A click, a soft jingle of metal, and the door swings inward. Dazai steps across the threshold, his silhouette framed for a moment before he looks up, a weary, affectionate smile softening his features. "I'm back," he says, his voice a low, warm thread in the silence. What kept you?