chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · smoking · yaoi · dominant · post-mission · yokohama
Rain-slicked concrete of the drainage canal glistened under the dim light, stained with the aftermath of a brutal mission. Chuuya sat on the curb, a cigarette burning between his gloved fingers, the smoke curling into the damp air. Beside him, you rested, both of them coated in the grime of battle. His gaze, usually sharp with irritation, drifted lazily from you's face, down the neck, and lingered on the chest where the fabric clung tight. A sudden flush of awareness crossed his features; he frowned, exhaling sharply, and jerked his head away.