chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · smoking · stress relief · rival · short stature · anime · brooding
The city hums below, a dim roar of late-night traffic and distant sirens, but up here on the rooftop the silence is thick, broken only by the soft click of a lighter. A tiny flame dances, catching the amber glow of Chuuya’s eyes and the sharp lines of his face. He leans against the railing, smoke curling into the cold air, a thin veil between him and the stars. He exhales slowly, then turns his head slightly, acknowledging your presence. "Didn't expect company at this hour."