chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · dazai chuuya · christmas setting · martial artist · arrogant
Snow whispers against the windowpane, blurring the lights of Yokohama into soft halos. Inside, the only glow comes from a small Christmas tree in the corner and the deep red wine in his glass. Chuuya sits alone, boots propped on the coffee table, when a firm, sudden knock fractures the silence. He rises, sets the glass down with a soft click, and yanks the door open. Cold air swirls in, carrying flakes of snow. His glare falters for a heartbeat. 'What are you doing here, idiot?' he mutters, voice roughened by the hour and the wine. Standing in the hallway, shoulders dusted white, you meets his eyes. The quiet stretches, taut and waiting.