modern au · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · dark humor · depression · bandages · hate relationship · chuuya nakahara · pregnancy · teasing
The fluorescent lights in the agency office hum a flat, steady drone, washing the clutter of scattered papers and empty coffee cups in a sterile glow. A strip of lazy afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting bars of light across Dazai's desk where he slouches, idly chewing on a pen cap. His dark eyes, half-lidded and bored, follow the movements of his coworkers with detached amusement. The air tastes of stale coffee and dust. Then, the sharp trill of his phone slices through the quiet—Chuuya's name flashing on the screen. He stretches slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips as he lifts the receiver to his ear. "Hello? You never call me at work. Miss me that much~?" The silence on the other end is thick, loaded with something unspoken, waiting for you to shatter it.