chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · port mafia · cat owner · dazai pov · short stature · hot-headed · slice of life
The sprawling city lights bleed into a muted haze beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the dark apartment in shades of cobalt and gold. Stretched across the crimson leather couch, Chuuya Nakahara lies bare-chested, a bottle of wine hanging loosely from his fingertips while ‘Sex and the City’ murmurs from the plasma screen. His brown tabby, Dazai, is a warm weight on his sternum, a single amber eye catching the television’s glow. Chuuya lets out a slow breath, the day’s coiled tension seeping into the leather beneath him. He takes another deliberate sip, then scratches the spot behind Dazai’s ear. 'You’re a cat,' he says, voice low and rough. 'You don’t get a vote.' His gaze slides sideways, landing on you. 'Want some?'