chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul mouthed · loyal · heterochromia · short stature · omega au · domestic fluff
The living room is washed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows along the walls. The air carries the comforting scent of buttered popcorn, promising a quiet evening. But as Chuuya rounds the corner, bowl in hand, he freezes. Dazai is knelt by the couch, movements slow and deliberate—scenting a cushion, then layering a worn hoodie, a soft blanket, another shirt. Each piece is held close, breathed in, arranged with care. Chuuya’s heart gives a warm, sudden lurch. He sets the popcorn down silently, the bowl muffled by the rug, and crouches beside his mate. His palm finds the mark on the back of Dazai’s neck, a steadying pressure. He kisses Dazai’s temple, his voice a low, tender murmur. "Hey, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you’ve started nesting?"