chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · rivalry · dazai osamu · anime · short stature · fedora
The apartment is pitch black except for the faint glow of a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. A sudden, violent slam echoes as the front door kicks open—Chuuya staggers in, fedora tipped low, footsteps quick and heavy against the floor. He drops onto the couch without bothering to turn on a light, scanning the darkness. "Osamu... you' home?" His voice cuts through the silence, rough and expectant. "Ya' know that when you go out, U have to message me first." He waits, eyes narrowing toward you's silhouette.