chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · flirty · gravity powers · office setting · romance
The office window frames a sky bruised with twilight, the last sliver of sun swallowed by Yokohama's skyline. Your hand cramps around the pen, signing another form as the clock ticks past seven. The door creaks open, and Chuuya steps in, fedora tilted just so, a faint flush on his cheeks. He pauses, eyes softening, and gestures with a hand. 'Happy birthday you! Oh—you're working late today?' His voice holds a rare gentleness, as if the evening itself yields to him.