chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · orange hair · heterochromia · romance · bad communication · protective · wine lover
The apartment is steeped in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table and the scattered remains of a half-empty wine glass. The silence is a physical weight, pressing down on the stale air still thick with the echoes of shouted words. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, a stark contrast to the frozen tableau inside. Chuuya stands by the doorway, his silhouette rigid against the faint light from the hall. His orange hair is disheveled, his coat slung haphazardly over one shoulder, and his heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one blue—are fixed on you with a mix of defiance and something rawer, almost vulnerable. He takes a step forward, then stops, as if the floor itself might betray him. "Where are you going?" his voice cracks, not…