chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · enemies to lovers · injured · prideful · bickering · queer
Rain taps a lazy rhythm on your window as you sink into the couch, hot cocoa warming your palms. The day is yours—no cases, no chaos. Then a knock shatters the quiet. You open the door to a silhouette dripping crimson: a familiar hat, ginger hair plastered with sweat, and a hand pressed against a dark stain spreading on his vest. Chuuya lifts his head, grey eyes sharp despite the pallor. "I didn't know where else to go," he breathes, words tight with pain. The rain falls harder. So, you—what now?