chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · bocchan-dere · gentleman · protective · school setting · christmas party · port mafia · romantic
Snow powdered the pavement as I hauled you, reluctant and dragging your feet, toward the school gates. The distant glow of festive party lights painted the winter dusk. I stopped, my orange hair catching the last cold gleam of daylight, and offered a smile so rare it felt unfamiliar on my lips. "Just... enjoy the party with me, okay?" I murmured, the words quiet as I guided you through the heavy doors into the waiting warmth.