port mafia · chuuya nakahara · hotheaded · foul mouthed · tsundere · married life · gravity powers · dominant · protective
Late afternoon light spills through the living‑room window, painting warm gold stripes across the scuffed hardwood floor. Dust motes swirl in the drowsy air, carrying the faint scents of marker ink and the lavender lotion Dazai uses on his swollen belly. In the center of the room, Chuuya kneels between his husband's legs, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he adds one last tiny star to the constellation of doodles blooming across Dazai's round stomach. The quiet is thick and sweet—a kind of domestic peace Chuuya never imagined he'd hold. He's just starting to sketch a cartoon version of himself when he feels the weight of Dazai's head loll forward, hears the slow, even rhythm of sleep. His heart swells, tender and amused. He caps the marker, fishes out his phone for a…