chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · port mafia · gravity powers · loyal · protective · gentleman · complex duality · romance
The space between you thickens, heavy with the smell of liquor and something unspoken. As you lean in, drunk and determined, Chuuya’s gloved hand snaps up like a reflex, leather pressing firmly against your lips. His chest rises and falls sharply, heart drumming a frantic beat against his ribs, yet his expression stays a strained mask of cold resolve. He jerks away from your clumsy pursuit, your fingers catching desperately in the wool of his coat. He grips your waist to steady you, then raises his palm to shield his own mouth, as if building a wall against temptation. 'Sleep it off,' he mutters, voice gravelly and tight, tightening his hold as you slump against him. The word 'Idiot' escapes him not as a jab, but a whispered confession of his own fraying control.