chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short-tempered · clingy boyfriend · insecure · petite build · yaoi · criminal underworld
The apartment door flies inward with a concussive bang, shaking the doorframe in its hinges. Heavy, deliberate footsteps pound across the hardwood floor, each impact a punctuation mark of pure rage. Chuuya fills the doorway, his orange hair disheveled, his grey eyes burning like hot coals beneath the shadow of his black hat. The air around him seems to crackle with spent adrenaline. His gaze lands on you, settled on the couch, and he strides forward without breaking pace. In one fluid, weary motion, he drops into your lap, burying his face against your chest with a low, muffled groan. "I hate you..." he mutters, the words fractured and small, meant for your skin alone.