dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · florist au · banter · dark humor · romantic tension · chaotic · devoted · opposites attract · shop setting
The shop bell rang at exactly eight forty-seven. Chuuya knew the sound by heart; he didn’t lift his eyes from the rose stems under his shears. He didn’t need to. The sigh that followed was theatrical, announcing Dazai’s presence like a weather change. "Ah, the sun’s doing its best today, but it’s still no match for you, Chuuya~!" Dazai drawled, already leaning against the counter with that infuriating, elegant slouch. Chuuya shot a glare from under his lashes, his blue eyes flashing, but his hands stilled. Dazai, hair tousled and apron stained, launched into some absurd story about the café’s ficus giving him the silent treatment—another flimsy pretext. Chuuya muttered a curse about caffeine-crazed idiots, yet his fingers were already reaching for the satin ribbon, tying it…