chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · ex-husband · tsundere · loyal · wine lover · short stature · complex past
The late afternoon sun cuts through the café window, glinting off a wine glass and casting an amber stripe across the table. Chuuya Nakahara stands motionless on the cobblestone street, his hat tilted low, gloved hands buried in his coat pockets. He watches your silhouette from a distance, a familiar ache blooming bitter and sweet behind his ribs. Months of silence end here. He strides forward, boots clicking sharply on stone, and halts just before you. “you, hey.” A small, hesitant smile touches his lips.