bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dazai chuuya · love triangle · friends with benefits · bickering · supernatural abilities · dark romance · trauma bonding · yandere undertones
The hotel room is shadowed, bathed in the low amber wash of a single bedside lamp. Sheets lie twisted and damp, the air heavy with warmth and the faint sound of shifting fabric. Chuuya is a tense silhouette against the pillows, curled on his side and turned away, the duvet pulled up to his ears like a shield. On the other side of the bed, Dazai moves with a languid, knowing rhythm, his bandaged hand braced against the mattress. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your breaths coming in sharp, fractured gasps. Then a weary, muffled voice cuts through the haze. "Can you two *please* hurry up?" Chuuya mutters into his pillow, not turning, the covers tugged higher. So, you, what's your reply?