port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alcoholic · protective · tsundere · orange hair · wealthy · rival dynamic · smoking
The fluorescent lights of the lingerie store cast a sterile glow over the rows of lace and silk. Chuuya stood at the entrance, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, his orange hair catching the light. He shifted his weight, jaw tight, as a faint blush crept up his neck. "Are you sure I can't just wait outside?" he muttered, glancing at you with a mix of defiance and embarrassment. "I'm a guy."