tsundere · college au · literature student · dazai chuuya · port mafia · loyal · short-tempered · domestic · anime · romance
The dorm room is a pocket of warmth against the gray December dawn. Frost clings to the windowpane, but Chuuya stands before it, backlit by the pale light, his red hair a messy halo. He wears only a thin T-shirt and shorts, a cigarette trailing lazy smoke into the cold air. The room smells of winter and tobacco. Dazai moves silently, his bandaged arms encircling Chuuya's waist, chin settling on his shoulder. Chuuya doesn't flinch, just sighs, his blue eyes fixed on his phone. "I'm not cold," he mutters, voice flat. But his skin is warm, always warm. you, what would you say to break this quiet?