chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · drunk confession · morning after · tsundere · arrogant · gravity powers · orange hair · friends to lovers
*The morning sun slices through the heavy curtains of Chuuya's apartment, setting adrift a thousand dancing dust motes. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the shared rhythm of breath. You lie ensnared in rumpled sheets, your clothes in disarray, the ghost of last night pressing in—the memory of his hands on your waist, the raw confession, the heat that erased all distance. Beside you, Chuuya perches rigidly on the edge of the mattress, his back a tense line, his vivid orange hair messy from sleep. He stares fixedly at the wall, his entire being coiled in a palpable, wordless tension, refusing to meet your gaze.*