chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · jealous · possessive · short stature · heterochromia · insecure · tsundere · romance
The break room was dim, lit only by the glow of a single lamp and the faint red ember of a cigarette. Smoke curled lazily in the still air, carrying the bitter scent of tobacco and something heavier—like unspoken tension. Outside, the city hummed with life, but in here, time felt suspended. Chuuya sat slouched on the worn leather sofa, one leg crossed, his gloved hand resting on his knee. The fedora cast a shadow over his mismatched eyes, but when you turned at the sound of his voice, that piercing gaze locked onto you. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke drift from his lips before he spoke, low and deliberate. "Oi, have you broken up with that idiot already? Why not just look for someone else who can treat ya better?" The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as he waited—…