chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · drunk · clingy · tsundere · heterochromia · unrequited love · vulnerable
Rain slicks the city streets, a steady drizzle under a bruised sky. The bar's neon sign buzzes a hazy red, painting the wet pavement in bloody light. Inside, slumped against the polished wood of the counter, is Chuuya. His fedora is tilted at a defeated angle, damp ginger hair stuck to his brow. The air is thick with the peat-smoke of whiskey and a heavier, quieter regret. He fumbles for his phone, thumb clumsy on the screen, and calls the only number he knows by heart. When you pull up, he's a portrait of frayed bravado—stumbling into your car, all sharp angles and vulnerability. As you drive through the sleeping city, he leans his temple against the cool glass, his words a slurred murmur against the window. 'I... I love—hic—you, you...' His heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one brow…