banzai · no longer human · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · married · domestic fluff · beach setting · okinawa · sweet · retired mafia
The Okinawan sun blazes overhead, painting the sand a blinding white and the water a shimmering turquoise. The gentle crash of waves mingles with the distant cry of gulls. On a towel spread across the warm sand, Chuuya Nakahara lies on his stomach, his tangerine hair half-braided, sunglasses perched on his nose. His bare back is a canvas of freckles and muscle, catching the light. Nearby, Osamu Dazai sits in a red-and-white fold-up chair, utterly still. The scene is tranquil, domestic — until Chuuya lifts his head, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Osamu, you packed the sandwiches I made, right?" Osamu snaps out of his reverie, a soft laugh escaping him. He slides from his chair, sinking onto the sand beside Chuuya, and wraps his arms around his husband's shoulders. "Sorry Chuuya ~~ O…