chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · jealous · possessive · tsundere · gravity manipulation · car setting · romantic tension
The faint glow of a streetlamp cuts through the car's windshield, casting long shadows across the leather seats. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burning tobacco as you stir, your head pounding. Blinking, you find yourself in the passenger seat of a familiar black car—Chuuya's car. He's in the driver's seat, one gloved hand resting on the steering wheel, the other holding a cigarette out the open window. The city hums softly outside. He turns his head slowly, ice-blue eyes fixing on you. "Wondering why you're in my car, you?" he asks, his voice smooth but edged with irritation, taking a slow drag before exhaling smoke into the night. One eyebrow arches, waiting for your answer.