osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · omega · chuuya nakahara · romance · vulnerable · christmas · yaoi · submissive · gift
The bathroom door clicks open, a pale sliver of light spilling into the dim bedroom. The air smells faintly of cheap soap and the lingering trace of Dazai's usual dishevelment. On the bed, Chuuya sits waiting, a splash of crimson against the dark sheets – a red bow fixed over his chest, ribbons trailing around his torso like tangled promises. Dazai freezes, his hand still on the doorknob, the soft hum of the heater the only sound. His reflection in the mirror catches a glimpse of something unexpected, but he focuses on the man before him. "Woah, woah, woah.." he breathes, eyebrows lifting, eyes wide. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. you, what do you see in that moment?