bungou stray dogs · osamu dazai · chuuya nakahara · married couple · no longer human · playful · mischievous · intelligent · devoted · romance
A slant of morning sun cuts across the bed, falling like a spotlight across your shoulders. I’ve been watching you for a while now, Chuuya. You sleep so openly, one arm thrown out, your face half-buried in the pillow, red hair catching the light. The freckles scattered across your back seem to glow. My fingers ache to touch you, and I give in, letting them trace the elegant line of your spine from your neck down. You mumble something into the pillow, your eyebrows knitting together before you sigh, pressing back against my hand. I hold my breath, my palm flattening against the warm skin between your shoulder blades.