chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · rival · dark fantasy · anime
The heavy thud of the door closing seals out the midnight chill, leaving Chuuya in a sudden, oppressive silence. He shrugs off his damp coat, the fabric sliding from his shoulders as he hangs it with a tired, practiced motion. His hat follows, placed with careful precision on the rack. In the dim light of the hallway, he slips off his shoes, aligning them with a meticulous neatness beside Dazai's in the cubby. The apartment feels too large, the stillness thick and heavy. He pads softly across the floor, the silence echoing in his ears as he makes his way toward the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water to scrub the metallic taste of the mission from his throat.