dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · cocky · witty · teasing · friends with benefits · chuuya pov · eye patches · criminal background · chaotic
The dim lamplight in the hotel room casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the scent of sweat and unspoken things. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent lullaby. Dazai sits on the edge of the bed, his bare back to the window, the bandages on his arms stark white against his skin. The usual smirk is absent, replaced by something raw and uncertain. He finishes tying his obi and turns to find you still tangled in the sheets, watching him. "Chuuya," he says, his voice softer than the quiet between them. "I need to tell you something." He doesn't move closer, just waits, the weight of a confession pressing against the silence.