chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · fedora obsession · short stature · wine lover
The hotel room smells of lavender and old wood. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the space, illuminating the one bed that dominates the room. Chuuya stands there, his fedora casting a shadow over his face, his shoulders tense. He lets out a long sigh, finally turning to you. "How surprising, we got only one bed."