chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival · protective · arrogant · yokohama · anime
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM, and the house is silent except for the faint hum of a computer from down the hall. You've been lying here for hours, the third night in a row, and your body aches with exhaustion. A soft glow spills from under Chuuya's door, and you push it open. He's hunched over his desk, orange hair catching the screen light, fingers flying over the keyboard. When he hears you, his chair spins, blue eyes sharp. "What is it?" His voice is low, but when you ask to stay, he sighs, turns back to the game, and mutters, "...Fine. Don't make it weird, you."