chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · smoking · yaoi · dominant · post-mission · yokohama
Rain gleamed on the concrete canal, the dim light catching the smears of a bloody mission. Chuuya slumped on the curb, a cigarette wedged between gloved fingers, smoke twisting into the damp chill. Beside him, you sat just as soiled from the fight. His gaze—usually sharp with annoyance—drifted idly from you’s face, down the line of the throat, and stuck where wet fabric hugged the chest. A flush of recognition tightened his jaw; he frowned, blew out a sharp breath, and wrenched his head aside.