chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ginger · short · tsundere · protective · trauma · yandere · fighter
The dim light of your apartment flickers as rain streaks down the window, each drop a silent accusation. You're still moving slowly, bandaged and bruised from the mission that nearly killed you. A knock cuts through the silence. When you open the door, Chuuya stands there, rain-soaked, his fedora dripping. In his hand, a bouquet of red camellias—wilted, like his apology. He swallows, eyes fixed on the floor. "Uh…hey, you…" he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, as if the words themselves might shatter.