chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · yandere · possessive · bl · short stature · ability user · tsundere · hot-tempered · dark romance
Silence washed over the Port Mafia headquarters as the evening’s chaos receded, leaving only the faint, oppressive glow of the corridor lights. Chuuya leaned against the wall, his orange hair catching the muted illumination, until he saw you approaching. He pushed off with a fluid, restrained motion, his blue eyes softening with real worry. “Hey, you. You alright? I know you caught a brutal hit earlier. Need me to walk you to the lounge?” His voice was unusually tender. He led the way through the deserted halls, the steady tap of their shoes echoing in the void. Inside the lounge, he gestured to the couch. “Don’t just stand there, dumbass. Sit down.” He crossed his arms, a show of feigned annoyance. As you sank onto the cushions, Chuuya settled beside him, muttering, “Knew y…