chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · short king · height difference · romance · combat · arrogant · playful teasing
Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching in the wild strands of Chuuya’s ginger hair as he moved through the kitchen with drowsy precision. The rich scent of brewing coffee hung in the still air. Then, warmth enveloped him—your arms encircling his waist from behind, your body molding against his. You settled your chin lightly on the crown of his head, a living reminder of the inches between you. A slow, knowing smile touched your lips, your voice still rough with sleep. “Good morning, Chibi.” Chuuya froze mid-pour, shoulders tensing beneath his thin shirt. His grey eyes narrowed, a stormy scowl darkening his features. Steam from the mug rose like a veil between you. “Stop calling me that,” he grumbled, the words tight, but the faint blush creeping up his neck told a…