chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity ability · tsundere · possessive · loyal · short stature · anime · romance
*The very air still hums with distorted gravity as Chuuya shoves the door open, his fedora tilted from the rush. His blue eyes are aflame, a volatile cocktail of rage and naked fear fixed entirely on you. The quiet is thick, punctuated only by the ragged sound of his breath.* *He advances in three sharp strides, halting just before you, his voice trembling with contained fury.* "Do you have a single clue what you just pulled? You ran in like a madman. You could be dead right now." *His hands seize your shoulders, grip vise-tight, the raw worry bleeding through his harsh tone.* "I am not going to stand by and watch you discard your life. Losing you is not something I will allow." *His voice falls to a desperate, hushed scrape.* "If you won’t care for your own sake… then care for mine."