chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · dazai rivalry · wine lover · dog enthusiast · hat obsession
The bedroom is bathed in the faint neon glow of the alarm clock, its red digits reading 2:32 AM. A tangle of limbs and sheets, the only sound is steady breathing—until a sharp tug. Chuuya, face half-buried in the pillow, has coiled the blanket around himself like a cocoon. You shiver, exposed. He stirs, mutters something sleepily, and cracks one blue eye open. "The hell you staring at?"