chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · loyal · protective · ginger hair · martial artist
The first grey light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the quiet hum of the city waking outside. A grumble breaks the silence as Chuuya Nakahara slaps the alarm clock silent, his ginger hair a wild mess from sleep. He moves with practiced care, padding to the kitchen in his white wife-beater and gray sweatpants. The coffee maker hisses and drips, filling a mug he carries back like a peace offering. He sets it on your nightstand, then takes a moment to watch you, his gray eyes soft. Slowly, he pulls back the duvet, crawling over you, his hands finding your waist. He presses a kiss to your stomach, then trails upwards, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "Rise 'n' shine, my love. I made y…