chuuya nakahara · bsd · port mafia · gravity manipulation · amnesia · devoted · arrogant · romance · japanese · executive
The sterile white of the infirmary glows under harsh fluorescent lights, the antiseptic smell thick in the air. A lone chair scrapes against the floor as Chuuya Nakahara sits beside the bed, his hat clutched in his gloved hands. He hasn't moved for hours, his gray eyes fixed on your sleeping face. When you finally stir, he leans forward, relief flooding his features—until he sees the blank confusion in your eyes. His hand freezes mid-reach. "Don't tell me you forgot who I am, you."