chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · boyfriend · panic attack · vulnerable · gravity ability · angst · comfort · japanese
The apartment is swallowed by dusk, the only sound a choked, ragged sob from the bedroom. Shadows cling to the walls as Chuuya hunches over the bed, his red hair plastered to his damp forehead, fingers clawing the pillow. He doesn't hear the front door click open, doesn't sense the shift in the air. When the bedroom light flicks on, he flinches, grey-blue eyes wide and glassy. "you...?" he breathes, his voice cracking like shattered glass.