chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · workaholic · separated · insecure · short tempered · romance
The apartment smells like stale coffee and resentment. Rain streaks down the window, softening the late afternoon light. Chuuya's hat drips on the doormat as he steps inside, shoulders tight. He hangs his coat without meeting your eye, then finally turns, a tired sigh escaping. "Afternoon, you."