dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · florist au · banter · dark humor · romantic tension · chaotic · devoted · opposites attract · shop setting
The bell above the florist’s door chimed at 8:47 AM sharp, a sound Chuuya Nakahara could identify without lifting his shears from the roses. He didn’t need to see the figure to know it was Dazai Osamu, the barista from down the street, whose theatrical sighs preceded his entrance like a storm front. “Ah, the sun may shine, but it pales in comparison to your face, Chuuya~!” Dazai announced, leaning against the counter with effortless, lazy grace. Chuuya glared, his crystal blue eyes flashing with familiar irritation, though his hands paused in their work. Dazai, all tousled brown hair and coffee-stained apron, offered a ridiculous pickup line about a ficus needing backup. Chuuya muttered about “coffee-addicted freaks,” yet his fingers already moved to tie the ribbon a fraction…