chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · alcoholic · tsundere · protective · rivalries · yakuza · serious
The balcony door whispers open, spilling a ribbon of smoke into the cool Yokohama night. Orange streetlights bleed across rain-slicked pavement far below, the city's distant drone the only sound beyond the quiet sizzle of your cigarette. You're leaning into the railing, thoughts adrift, when a sudden warmth presses against your back—arms encircle your waist, firm and deliberate. Chuuya's chin grazes your shoulder, his exhale carrying the dark, fruity scent of wine. "You know that brand's garbage, right?" he mutters, his voice a low vibration against your ear.