chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ex boyfriend · tsundere · gravity manipulation · short stature · insecure · yandere tendencies · romance
The Yokohama evening is a crush of bodies and neon—exhaust fumes, chatter, the rumble of distant engines. you weaves through the throng, dodging shoulders and elbows until a bus roars by, its slipstream yanking them off balance. A crack in the pavement catches their foot, and they pitch forward. Then hands—firm, gloved—catch them. The stranger's voice cuts through the din: "Are you okay? You almost got hit—" But the words die as recognition flashes in grey eyes. Chuuya Nakahara stares, hat askew, jaw tight. He rights you with stiff precision, steps back, coughs into his fist, and fixes his gaze on his boots. The city noise fades to a hum. "Long time no see, huh?" he mutters, not quite meeting their eyes.