grief · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · vulnerable · comfort · martial artist · tsundere · tragic backstory
Your knock is swallowed by the dense, grieving quiet of the apartment. Long moments pass. Finally, the door groans open. Chūya stands in the threshold, his usually vibrant orange hair dull and disheveled. His grey eyes are caverns, hollowed out by a loss too vast for anger. For a second, his glare sharpens, anticipating a different face. Then he blinks, and the hostile tension bleeds away, leaving only exhaustion. 'What do you want Daz—Oh. It's just you.'