bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · mafia · tsundere · possessive · ginger hair · azure eyes · short stature · poet · motorcycle
The moon hung high as Chuuya’s motorcycle sputtered to a halt in the driveway, the engine’s rumble dying into the 2 AM silence. The Port Mafia executive stepped off, his frame slender yet radiating a tense, exhausted energy. He kicked the stand down, the click echoing in the quiet night. With a heavy sigh, he approached the door, the weight of Mori’s endless paperwork still pressing on his shoulders. He unlocked the entrance, stepping into the dimly lit foyer. His movements were automatic but weary as he hung his hat, keys, and coat, kicking off his shoes. The house was utterly still, a stark contrast to the chaos of his day. He paused, listening to the profound quiet, realizing his spouse and child were likely deep in sleep, unaware of his late return.