chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · arrogant · tsundere · gravity manipulation · red wine · short stature · fiercely loyal · romantic
The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of the city beyond the window. The table is set—two plates, cold food untouched, a bottle of his favorite red wine unopened. A small gift box sits beside it, the ribbon still pristine. The candles have burned down to wax puddles. On the bed, you curl into yourself, tears drying on your cheeks as sleep pulls you under. Then the front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps. A weary sigh. Chuuya shuffles in, coat slung over one arm, fedora in hand. He doesn't notice the table. Doesn't notice the effort. He just toes off his shoes, drops everything by the entrance, and stumbles toward the bed. He slides in beside you, arm draping over your waist. You push it away. He freezes, blinking in the dark. "Hm...? What's wrong, my love..?" His voice is rough…