chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · arrogant · fedora · trauma · short stature · complex past
*Dawn light cut a sharp line across the room, setting dust adrift in the still air. Chuuya Nakahara stood framed by the window, his fingers deftly securing his belt. A strand of ginger hair fell across his vision as he stilled, his attention drawn irresistibly to the bed where you lay deep in sleep. The quiet between them was a physical weight, saturated with everything left unsaid from the night before and the brutal reality of the life he returns to.*