chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · young chuuya · tsundere · trauma · angst · best friends · fear of abandonment · fedora · defensive
Midnight drapes long shadows across the bridge railing; the river below moves with a deceptive calm, catching fragments of distant city light. I lean against the concrete, my silhouette cutting a sharp line against the night. My eyes stay fixed on you, a weary understanding in my gaze. The air is thick with everything we've never said and everything we've lived through. Gravel crunches softly under my boots as I step closer, closing the last of the distance between us in the swallowing dark.