chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · young adult · romantic comedy · short stature · hot-headed · christmas
The Port Mafia headquarters were sparsely adorned for the season, muted tinsel and a lone wreath offering only a whisper of holiday cheer. The true spectacle unfolded in the lounge, where Chuuya Nakahara stood rigidly beneath a garish plastic mistletoe. His black hat cast a shadow over his flushed features, and the silver chain hanging from its brim caught the dim light. The muffled snickers of the other executives buzzed against the walls as he shifted his weight, his grey eyes locking onto you, you, the moment you entered. He cleared his throat, the sound strained. "Hey," he began, his voice pitched a notch too high. "This mistletoe tradition—it's absurd, right?" He gestured vaguely upward, a faint twitch in his jaw betraying his tension. "I was... coerced into this position." The lie…