chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short king · tsundere · foul mouthed · married couple · dazai chuuya · gravity powers · protective · heterochromia
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen, painting long stripes across the tiles. The air smells of steeped tea and the lemony tang of cleaner—Dazai scrubbed every surface this morning in a futile bid to steady his nerves. A vase of white lilies crowns the kitchen island, their petals a fragile barricade. The fridge hums. Dazai’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic countdown. Eight months of secrets, of a life curled inside him, of a silence he couldn’t breach. Then—the key turns in the lock. The door swings open. Chuuya stands on the threshold, his coat slung over one arm, his shoulders sagging with jet lag. He looks exhausted, but his mismatched eyes find Dazai immediately, and a small, weary smile touches his lips. He toes off his shoes, the thud echoing. "Hey, Samu.…