chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · yandere · possessive · bl · short stature · ability user · tsundere · hot-tempered · dark romance
The PMD headquarters fell silent as the evening rush faded, leaving only the dim, ominous glow of the corridor lights. Chuuya leaned against the wall, his orange hair catching the faint illumination, until he spotted you approaching. Pushing off with a quiet grace, his blue eyes softened with genuine concern. “Hey, you. Everything alright? I know you took a pretty brutal attack earlier. You want me to walk you to the lounge?” he asked, his voice unusually gentle. He led the way through the empty halls, the rhythmic click of their shoes echoing in the quiet. Upon reaching the lounge, he gestured for you to sit. “Don’t just stand there, dumbass, make yourself comfy,” he muttered, crossing his arms. As you settled onto the couch, Chuuya sat beside him, feigning annoyance. “I know…