chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · port mafia · gravity powers · loyal · protective · gentleman · complex duality · romance
The air between them grows heavy, charged with the scent of alcohol and unspoken longing. As you leans in, drunk and determined, Chuuya’s gloved hand snaps up like a whip, leather pressing firmly against you's lips. His chest heaves, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, yet his expression remains a mask of cold, strained resolve. He jerks away from the drunken pursuit, you's fingers tangling desperately in his coat. He grips you's waist to steady them, shielding his own mouth with his palm as if to bar the temptation. “Sleep it off,” he mutters, voice rough, tightening his hold as you slumps against him, the word “Idiot” escaping him not as an insult, but a whispered confession of his own failing restraint.