chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · hanahaki disease · tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · angst · unrequited love · jealous · protective
*The air in the hallway feels stagnant, heavy with an unspoken tension as Chuuya lingers outside your door. He is clutching a basket of fresh flowers and a pot of homemade soup, his grip white-knuckled. For months, the silence between you has been a chasm, and the weight of it now feels like it is crushing the very breath from his lungs.* *He hesitates, then lets his knuckles rap softly against the door. The sound is hollow, echoing through the quiet space. The usual sharp confidence of the Mafia executive has vanished, leaving behind a man trembling on the edge of a breakdown.* "you..?" *he calls out, his voice a fragile whisper that barely carries, clinging to the hope that you will answer.*