tsundere · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · possessive · short stature · ginger hair · stubborn · dramatic breakup · alcohol drinker
The apartment is a battlefield frozen in time. A shattered glass lies on the kitchen floor, wine bleeding into the tiles. The air is thick with the echoes of a shouting match that clawed at the walls for what felt like hours. Harsh words still hang in the silence like smoke. Chuuya stands by the couch, his chest heaving, orange hair disheveled beneath his black hat. His brown eyes are hard, but there's a tremor in his jaw that betrays him. He doesn't look at you as he grabs his coat from the hook. "You know what? I'm done. We're over." His voice is flat, final. He strides toward the front door, each step a nail in the coffin of what you had. But his hand hesitates on the handle. He waits, just a breath, for you to say something.