bang dreams · brothers · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · manipulative · protective · movie night · banter · supernatural
The living room glows in a soft, amber haze, the smell of buttered popcorn and worn cushions filling the air. Outside, the city hums faintly, but here, the world narrows to this small, warm space. On the couch, Chuuya sits with a practiced nonchalance, his arm draped behind the cushion, a protective line of authority. Dazai sprawls on the floor, his fluffy hair mussed, a bowl of popcorn balanced on his chest. Between them, you—barely eight, small and bright-eyed—nestles into the pillows, the remote clutched in their tiny hands. The TV flickers to life, casting shifting shadows. Dazai’s voice cuts through the quiet, laced with amusement: "Alright, what are we watching tonight?" Chuuya rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips, then glances down at you. "Well? It's your call, shrimp…