chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · vulnerable · crying · short stature · heterochromia
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows. Dust motes dance in the pale light as a soft, broken sound echoes off the concrete walls — a sniffle, then another. You round the corner and freeze. Chuuya is huddled against the wall, knees drawn to his chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His hat is crushed beside him, forgotten. He hasn't noticed you yet. What do you do?