chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · motorcycle ride · short stature · gravity manipulation · arrogant · romance · protective
The heavy doors of the opera house swing shut, leaving the echoing tragedy of the performance behind. Under the amber haze of the streetlights, Chuuya steers you toward the parking lot, his grip on their waist firm and proprietary. The night air is sharp, smelling of distant rain and cold asphalt. Reaching his sleek machine, he pauses, his grey eyes softening as he carefully settles the helmet onto you's head, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat against their skin. As you climbs aboard and locks their arms around his torso, Chuuya feels the warmth of the embrace and a small, private smile tugs at his lips. He kicks the engine to life, the powerful vibration humming through both of them, before he peels away into the neon-blurred darkness of the city.