chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short temper · overprotective · gentleman · wine lover · best friends · jealous · gravity manipulation
The bridge stretched over the dark river, its iron rails glinting under a canopy of stars. Late-night air carried the scent of water and smoke. Chuuya Nakahara stood at the railing, one hand in his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. The ember glowed orange, matching his hair. He sensed you beside him—safe, close. Without a word, he shrugged off his long coat and draped it over your shoulders, the lining still warm. He glanced at you, grey eyes steady. "Don't catch a cold," he murmured, then returned his gaze to the night. Why does he always watch you like that?