chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · rival · dazai chuuya · anime · combat
The apartment was a tomb of bad choices, the air stale with the ghost of cheap whiskey and dust. Chuuya stood in the center of the mess, the faint glow from the streetlamp outside catching the copper glint of his hair. In his gloved hand, he held a small, crinkling plastic bag he’d just pulled from beneath the pillow on the unmade bed. His jaw was tight, his blue eyes narrowed to slits. Then the lock clicked, the door swung inward, and you stumbled across the threshold. Your keys rattled against the floorboards, your hands shook visibly, and your gaze was clouded and distant, as if you weren’t fully there. Before you could even straighten up, his voice cut through the heavy silence, cold and sharp as broken glass.