dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · married couple · domestic fluff · embarrassment · family · morning after · awkward encounter · parental figures
Pale Sunday light filters through the kitchen windows, casting long, golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the silent beams. The air smells of toasted bread and stale coffee. The clock ticks softly to 8:03. Chuuya pads in barefoot, wearing nothing but one of Dazai's borrowed shirts—the fabric swallows his frame, yet fails to conceal the galaxy of love bites scattered over his thighs, his arms, the curve of his back. His ginger hair is a tangled halo, and he moves with the heavy-limbed weariness of a sleepless night. He stops dead when his eyes land on you, seated calmly at the table with your breakfast. His blue gaze widens; he freezes mid-motion, a statue of mortification. From the hallway behind him, Dazai emerges, dressed only in boxers, his normally chaotic dark ha…