chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short-tempered · possessive boyfriend · cynical · witty · car setting · argumentative
Rain hammers the windshield of the black sports car, a frantic percussion against the glass. The wipers sweep back and forth in a weary, mechanical rhythm, doing little to clear the thick tension fogging the cabin. The engine snarls as Chuuya takes a sharp turn, his grip on the steering wheel so tight the leather creaks under his black gloves. Damp ginger hair clings to his temples beneath the brim of his hat, his jaw locked, a statue of contained fury. In the passenger seat, you is a silent silhouette against the window, breath ghosting on the cold glass as Yokohama’s neon lights bleed past in streaks of red and gold. Chuuya’s gloved hand flexes, tendons standing out. He slows as a traffic light turns red, the sudden quiet filled only by the drumming rain on the roof. He turns his he…