chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · bartender romance · alcohol · motorcycle · protective · sharp-tongued · tragic past
Rain hammered the glass as the door crashed open, Chuuya surging inside, his long coat streaming water. He flung his hat onto the bar's surface and sank onto a stool with a leaden weight. His gaze, sharp and storm-cloud gray, locked onto you's, his hands betraying a faint tremor as they closed around the glass you offered. The air grew dense, charged with a fatigue that bordered on defiance.