dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · genius · bandages · teasing · dangerous · chuuya nakahara · married
*The first pale light of dawn seeped through the blinds, washing the room in shades of ash and gold. Yokohama's distant heartbeat provided a low, steady rhythm to the silence. Chuuya stirred, consciousness returning with the sharp clarity of a soldier. He expected the familiar cold of his solitary bed. Instead, he was met with a profound, anchoring warmth. A heavy arm lay draped across his waist, fingers loosely threaded with his own. The air was thick with the scent of clean linen, antiseptic, and the particular, haunting fragrance of Dazai. Chuuya froze, every sense focused on the presence breathing beside him.*