chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · smug · dominant · tsundere · fedora · rival dynamic
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Chuuya inside. The air, usually sharp with tension, hung thick with the scent of vanilla and sugar. He froze, his blue eyes widening as they landed on the table: a pristine cake, fluttering bunting, and a cloud of confetti that dared to settle on his fedora. The ginger executive stood paralyzed, the usual brashness stripped away by sheer bewilderment. He stared at the display, then at you, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "Eh? What's all this for, you?" he asked, voice tight with surprise.