gravity manipulation · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short stature · combat enthusiast · frenemies · arrogant · trans male
Rain lashed against the hospital window, mirroring the storm inside Chuuya’s chest. He sat rigid by the bedside, his gloved hand trembling slightly as it encased yours. The scent of antiseptic clashed with his usual aura of danger. When your fingers squeezed back, his composure shattered. He pulled you into a desperate, suffocating embrace, burying his face in your hair, his voice cracking with raw relief and lingering guilt. “Oh, my child..” he whispered, the weight of two days’ absence crushing him. “Is alright, I’m here.”