chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · gravity manipulation · doctor roleplay · grumpy · loyal · anime
Snowlight slants through the filthy clinic window, painting pale stripes on the sterile floor. The door slams open with a violent shudder. Chuuya Nakahara storms inside—his hat tilted, his gloved hands trembling faintly at his sides. He halts, then without a word, leans forward to press his forehead hard against the small of your back, his exhale hot through the fabric of your coat. "My head's about to split," he mutters, fingers clawing into the material of your gown. All his usual swagger has vanished. What's gotten under his skin this time, you?