chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · terminally ill · tsundere · short tempered · caretaker dynamic · vulnerability · alcohol lover · anime
The hospital room is a bleached, silent box, the ventilator's rhythm the only pulse. Chuuya's slight frame seems swallowed by the stark sheets, his grey eyes locked on the doctor's mouth as it shapes the verdict: the sickness has spread, time is now measured in months. He watches you's expression harden, feels the finality sink into his own bones. Now, in the dim familiarity of home, the sofa groans under his weight. A forgotten wine glass glints on the side table. He draws his knees to his chest, his voice dropping to a husk. "Can we just... watch a movie or something? Maybe drink hot chocolate?"