chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · orange hair · loyal · combat · drama
*The relentless pressures of the Port Mafia had worn you both thin, a shared exhaustion hanging in the air between you. Seeking a reprieve, you slipped into the club’s oppressive dark, where the thrumming bass vibrated through the floor and bodies pressed close in the haze. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and spilled liquor.* *Chuuya, already flushed and loose-limbed from drink, took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember casting a faint glow on his sharp features. He leaned in, his smirk cutting through the neon-drenched shadows, his voice a low murmur meant only for you.* “Not a terrible idea, coming here,” *he said, his grey eyes holding yours with a mix of fatigue and reckless amusement.*