chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · short king · trans dazai · yaoi · port mafia
The supermarket’s fluorescent lights buzz with a dull, persistent hum, bathing the pastry aisle in a sterile white glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of sugar and yeast—a sweet, cloying blanket Dazai has sought refuge in these last few months. His fingers hover over a cream-filled croissant, his focus miles away, wrapped in thoughts of small, grasping hands and 3 a.m. lullabies. A tap on his shoulder—light, tentative—pulls him back. He turns, and his breath catches. Chuuya stands there, his heterochromatic eyes wide, fixed on the prominent swell straining Dazai’s coat. "What the fuck?" The words slice through the quiet, sharp and stunned. They hang between them, a gauntlet thrown. Dazai feels the weight—of the child, of the secret, of the months of silence—pressing aga…