chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · father figure · terminal illness · self-sacrificing · protective · angsty · emotional · port mafia
The living room was a pool of shadows, the only light catching the edge of a packed suitcase and the stark white of a sealed envelope. Chuuya sat very still, his face pale and drawn. The click of the door opening broke the silence. There, framed in the doorway, was you, their breath catching as they took in the scene—the suitcase, the letter, the heavy finality in the air. Chuuya looked up, his sea-blue eyes wide with a startled, heartbroken guilt. A long, stifling moment passed before he could find his voice.