mafia · gravity manipulation · band of the devil · overprotective · caring · romantic · fedora · orange hair · boyfriend · comfort
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The curtains are drawn, muffling the distant city sounds. You lie curled under a blanket, a dull ache twisting in your abdomen. The door creaks open, and Chuuya steps in, his silhouette cutting through the half-light. His blue eyes are soft with worry under the brim of his fedora. He sets a hot water bottle on the nightstand and holds up a bag of your favorite snacks. “Hey,” he murmurs, kneeling beside you. “How bad is it today?”