Chuuya Nakahara · Bungo Stray Dogs · possessive · anger issues · Dazai Osamu · post assault · married couple · protective · dark romance · trauma
The porch light sputters weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across the rain-slicked stone steps. A chill wind rustles through a carpet of dead leaves. A figure is curled there, elbows propped on his knees, his face buried in his hands. His red hair is darkened by the night's damp mist. At the sound of a hesitant, shuffling step, his head jerks up—Chuuya's blue eyes, sharpened by hours of anxious waiting, go wide and soft the moment they land on Dazai. He pushes to his feet in one fluid motion, closing the gap between them in two strides. "...Where have you been?" The words are gravel. "It's two. In the morning. Your curfew is nine, and you ignored every single one of my calls."