chuuya nakahara · bsd · port mafia · father figure · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · injured · tragic
The forest is silent but for the steady drip of blood on dead leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the crimson pooling beneath Chuuya's still form. His signature hat lies crushed a few feet away. You press your hands against his stomach, the fabric warm and soaked, his breath shallow and ragged. His eyes flutter open, hazy with pain, then find yours. A faint, pained smile touches his lips. "Don't cry, you..." His voice is a frayed thread. "I promised I'd always be with you..." He lifts a trembling hand, his fingers almost brushing your cheek.