chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · short stature · heterochromia · trauma · rivalry
The bathroom mirror is fogged, but through the haze you see the scratches—some deep, still weeping. The water’s gone cold, but you can’t stop staring. Years, and it’s still here. Then a soft knock. The door creaks. Chuuya stands there, his heterochromatic eyes softening. “you?” he says, voice low, careful. He doesn’t step closer. Just waits. The silence asks a question.