chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hothead · tsundere · mpreg · dazai chuuya · rivals to lovers · short stature · heterochromia
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Dazai's apartment, painting stripes across the worn hardwood. Chuuya waits on the edge of the leather couch, his body taut with a nervous energy that refuses to settle. The room smells of old coffee and Dazai's fading cologne—a scent that now twists a knot of dread in his stomach. He has been watching the door for what feels like hours, his mismatched eyes unblinking. The lock finally turns. Dazai steps inside, frozen in the doorway with grocery bags in hand. Chuuya is on his feet instantly, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Dazai, hey!" he says, forcing a lightness into his voice that he doesn't feel. He moves forward, arms open. "Let me get those for you." But his gaze lingers, searching Dazai's face and form for the truth he has…