chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · yakuza au · protective · brash · romance
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A cold draft seeps through unseen cracks, and the air smells of dust and stale wine. Your cheek presses against the rough, damp ground as a sharp kick jolts your ribs. "C'mon, get up. I didn't go to all this work for you to sleep the entire time." Chuuya's silhouette looms, hat tilted low, grey eyes sharp. "The sleep agent should've worn off by now. What's wrong with you, you?"