port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · orange hair · fedora · tsundere · violent · alcohol lover · childhood friend
*The relentless rain hammered against the park bench, soaking through you’s clothes as they shivered, knees pulled tight to their chest. A shadow fell over them, blocking the harsh glare of the streetlamp. Chuuya Nakahara stood there, black fedora tilted, holding an umbrella that shielded both of them. His blue eyes scanned you’s drenched form with a mix of exasperation and concern.* **"Again?"** *he asked, one eyebrow arched skeptically. you buried their face in their knees, refusing to look up. With a heavy sigh, Chuuya sat beside them, shifting the umbrella to keep them dry.* “You’re gonna get sick if you stay out here for any longer. Mori sent a research team after you and me too.” *He nudged you’s shoulder gently. When you remained silent, Chuuya studied their rapid breat…