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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . dysania

﹙dysania﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff.

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― dazai stirred. blinking away the sleepiness that clung to his mind and yawning widely, his gaze began at the wall and wandered up to the closest splash of color; a printed polaroid of him and his boyfriend, or, as the world knew him, his partner in crime. a tired smile spread across the man's lips at the picture, it was blurred and the faces within it weren't completely clear; that just gave it all the more meaning of memory.

the boyfriend (or, partner in crime) in question, chuya, was still fast asleep— the slightly older man had never been an early riser. he was clinging tightly to dazai as he remained deep in his slumber, his short arms wrapped around the taller's waist as if he'd disappear if he let go. his abnormally bright ginger hair framed his face like delicate veins of a leaf, highlighting his feminine, delicate features. well, dazai wouldn't describe him as abnormal. personally speaking, he found chuya's unique complexion rather beautiful. that was the first thing that had attracted him to the other— his visible difference, and.. his lack of outward insecurity about it. although there had been times where chuya had faulted himself and broken down in dazai's arms because of how he inwardly viewed himself, on the outside and to the public, he didn't give two shits whether his hair was bright or dark.

'after all, barely anyone really has naturally dark hair.' dazai would always think, whenever he awed chuya for his confidence. 'some people just care more than others do.'

dazai averted his gaze to the ceiling as far as he could, before letting out a soft sigh and turning his body to face his smaller partner. chuya was still peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly with each slow breath. although he moved and murmured occasionally, his arms still remained firmly around dazai's waist, giving him no route of escape. the younger man rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle, and he moved closer to give his sleeping boyfriend a chaste kiss on his forehead. chuya stirred at the contact, rising closer to the surface of alertness.

"chuya," dazai whispered softly, lifting a hand and gently running it through the man's smooth ginger locks. "it's time to wake up, sweetheart. the sun has risen."

the sun had indeed begun its ascent into the sky, illuminating the horizon with a golden wash. the cherry trees outside the apartment building claimed the light as their own, casting a gentle komorebi through the window and onto the two partners. dazai's face glowed with the early sunlight, his eyes sparkling slightly as they reopened after each blink.

"chuya," dazai said again, a little louder this time. "come on, silly, you need to get up now."

chuya murmured something indistinct, shifting in his position before giving dazai's waist a gentle squeeze, indicating he was awake.

"good morning," dazai chuckled, threading his hands through the smaller man's hair. "someone doesn't want to get up, huh?"

the ginger let out a soft huff, shaking his head and burying his face in dazai's chest. his head rested in the crook of the taller man's neck, his hair nestling under his chin.

dazai chuckled, running his hand down chuya's neck and beginning to gently massage his shoulders. "i take that as a no."

chuya mumbled incoherently, his small body physically relaxing at the feeling of dazai's hands kneading into his tense muscles. he let out a sigh of relief against the taller's chest, still clinging tightly to his waist.

"you know, i think there's a word for what you're feeling right now," dazai said softly. "dysania. have you ever heard of it?"

chuya slowly shook his head, exhaling tiredly and closing his eyes.

"it's a term that you use for someone who struggles to wake up in the morning," dazai continued, chuckling. "and that's you, isn't it? you never get up early enough."

the ginger groaned in annoyance and lightly hit dazai's arm, huffing and lifting his head up. he looked at dazai from below, his blue eyes glinting in the morning sunlight and his hair falling around his face like a frame.

"i'm not that bad," he mumbled, scowling.

"you are," dazai insisted, laughing quietly. "you don't get up until, like, ten every day. if i didn't force you out of bed in the mornings you'd sleep forever."

"well, maybe i want to sleep forever," chuya huffed.

"no, don't," dazai shook his head. "i'd never get to talk to you again."

chuya paused in contemplation. "oh. i didn't think about that. whatever." with a shrug, he leaned his forehead against dazai's collarbone again, his eyes beginning to fall closed a second time.

"chuya, i already had to wake you up once," dazai warned playfully. "do i need to pick you up to keep you awake?"

"no," chuya groaned. "don't pick me up, you know i hate it."

"you're like a cat," dazai teased, beginning to run his hands across the smaller's sides. "you hate being picked up, you love being cuddled, and you purr."

"i don't purr!" chuya lifted his head, frowning indignantly.

"yes you do!" dazai argued back, laughing. "you do purr when you're happy, especially when we cuddle. just not in the mornings, you're always too tired."

"you're so mean to me," chuya huffed, nuzzling his body against the taller's.

"it's only because i love you," dazai smiled, leaning his face against chuya's hair and breathing in his scent. 

"i love you too," chuya mumbled, his eyelids fluttering shut as he fell asleep once again.

dazai noticed his boyfriend had succumbed to his slumber, and chuckled. it was predictable and always likely; only this time he let him rest. in fairness to the ginger, he had overworked too often and dazai knew he would do the same if he were in his shoes.

the younger man laid on his back with his partner lying against his chest, his hands subconsciously running through the other's ginger locks. it was quiet, the only sounds being the chirping of larks and morning birds in the distance, the gentle breeze flying through the blossoms of the sakura, and chuya's even, slow breath.

in the moment, it was peaceful. no matter how strong dysania clung.

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AKDJFHADKFDAF its so cute help??? i love it :sob:

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sanemi, nemi ..

18. kento & chuuya's 4lifer. sfw multifandom blog ― jjk & bsd.

" i just want to be your moon, and show you all the little stars of my heart. "

how to request !

enter the innate domain .. and simply ask .

acceptable ~ fluff, angst, suggestiveness (16+ characters), ships (16+ characters)

unacceptable ~ smut, ships (u16 characters), suggestiveness (u16 characters), pseudocest, incest, SA, self-harm/suicide

winter time ...

☆ toji fushiguro x fem reader . ☆ your husband returns home after a difficult day in winter .

— "evenin', sugar," called the familiar gruff voice you knew as your fiancé's as he stepped into the apartment. the sound of the door closing shut was followed by soft yet strong footsteps, and soon enough toji's tall figure was illuminated by the sunset glaring through the windows. the bleeding palette of the reds, oranges and pinks bathed his tough features in almost a soft light- it gave way to the calmer, sweeter toji you knew better than the outside world.

"how've you been? good day?" he asked, flopping down next to you on the couch and resting a strong arm over the back of the cushion.

"yeah, 'ts fine. cold though," you replied, a subtle yawn escaping your lips.

"mm," toji hummed, pulling your body close to his own. "'s winter now, that's why. did you remember a coat?"

"yeah, i did. wore the one you got me for my birthday," you exhaled a lighthearted chuckle, a smile making its way onto your face.

toji's expression mirrored yours, as he reached down and placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"y'still like that coat," he grinned. "'s gettin' chilly now, though. make sure you wrap up warm."

a chuckle escaped your lips. despite his outward exterior, he was such a softie at heart. only for you, or course. you couldn't pay him to show affection to anyone else.

a sudden pull broke your train of thought, as you noticed you were now resting against toji's broad chest. his arms were comfortably around your waist, his hands gently holding your hips.

"'s cold," he murmured. "need your warmth, sugar."

"awh, you're cold? 's it because it's winter?" you grinned. "'s a little chilly, hm?"

"yeah," he huffed, nuzzling his nose into your hair and inhaling your sweet scent. strawberries and vanilla, he always said. insisted, even.

relative yet comfortable silence soon began to rest upon the pair of you, something that seemed rare nowadays. a rare treasure, worth more than any material worth.

the quiet comfort shared between you lasted for longer than expected, and it was only when toji's hold on your waist loosened and more of his weight pressed against you that you realized he had fallen asleep. similar to the soft silence, seeing him rest peacefully without a care in the world was just as, if not even more rare to see. and you couldn't deny it was even more of a treasure.

you snuggled comfortably into his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. now your turn to take in his scent, his soft cologne seemed to envelop your entire world.

your hand instinctively ran gently along his jawline, as he slept with a more-than-adorable smile on his face.

whereas summer was spent barely touching and wishing you had no body heat, winter times were much more cuddly and heat-preserving. highly favored.

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we really thought it was fyolover huh

(i'm so done with this series)