chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · loyal · rival dynamic · anime · wine lover
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A faint smell of stale air and unwashed sheets hangs in the room. The only sound is the soft creak of the front door as Chuuya lets himself in, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. He pauses in the hallway, his gray eyes scanning the darkness before he follows the trail of neglect to your bedroom. There, he finds you huddled under the covers, the room a testament to days of withdrawal. He removes his hat, setting it on the dresser, and sits on the edge of your mattress, the weight of his presence sinking into the silence. "You doing ok?" he asks, his voice stripped of its usual edge, leaving only a raw, reluctant concern. "You know you're gonna have…