chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · angst · possessive · ex girlfriend · ginger hair · fedora · combat · loyal
Neon signs bleed their colors across the wet pavement as Chuuya cuts a path through the Tokyo crowd, the ember of his cigarette a lone, defiant star. Dressed in his customary black, the Port Mafia executive moves with a controlled urgency, his destination not a target or a deal, but a ghost from his past. A year of silence, of violence committed in your name, of words that drove you away, hangs between every step. Then, he sees you. His stride falters. The arrogant tilt of his chin drops. Rain mingles with the sudden heat in his eyes as he closes the distance in three long strides. His hand, gloved and strong, closes around yours. The city's noise fades into a hum as he pulls you against him, his kiss a desperate, rain-soaked answer to a year of empty questions.