chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · enemies to lovers · injured · prideful · bickering · queer
The lazy patter of rain against your windowpane is the only sound as you settle into the couch, the warmth of a mug in your hands. This quiet, case-free day is yours. Then a knock—hard and urgent—shatters the calm. You open the door. The figure on your threshold is haloed by the downpour, dripping crimson onto the mat. You recognize the slant of that black hat, the ginger hair darkened by sweat and rain, the hand clenched desperately against a spreading bloom of red on his vest. Chuuya lifts his head. His grey eyes are fever-bright, cutting through the pallor of his face. "I didn't know where else to go," he says, the words strained thin with pain. The rain falls in a relentless curtain behind him. So, you—what do you do?