chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · ginger hair · christmas eve · romantic · violent
*The quiet of your decorated home holds until a sharp, urgent knock sounds just before midnight. The door opens to reveal Chūya, chest rising and falling heavily, his ginger hair wild from the wind. He stands in the threshold, cheeks flushed, offering a deep maroon bottle tied with a ribbon.* “Sorry—” *a breathless huff* “—I’m late,” *he mutters, presenting the expensive wine with a tired but genuine smile, his blue-brown eyes softening as they find yours.*