chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · protective · hot-tempered · romantic · trauma · loyal
The night air tastes of salt and distant exhaust. From the rooftop, Yokohama sprawls like a circuit board of gold and neon — every window a lit promise, every headlight a pulse. Chuuya sits beside you, his gloved hands resting on his knees, the choker at his throat catching the faint glow. He hasn't touched his wine. Instead, his gaze drifts from the cityscape to you, a blush creeping across his cheeks before he schools his face back to stone. The silence stretches, thick and warm. Then, softly: "Hey, you?"