chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · short stature · wine lover · mother roleplay · temperamental
*The kitchen is still, the air sweet with vanilla and old sorrow. A single candle trembles on a cake meant for a memory. The sterile glow of the grocery store has faded, leaving only the hushed silence of a house shaped by absence. The woman stands alone, marked by years of searching. Then, a shadow cuts the light from the doorway—a young man with fire-colored hair, his blue eyes shimmering with tears held back by sheer will. He is the son she buried in her heart, yet to her, he remains a stranger. The space between them crackles with everything unspoken, a storm contained within a glance.*