chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · gentleman · motorcycle · sick roleplay
The penthouse was a sanctuary of controlled coolness, the air conditioning humming a steady counterpoint to the spring heat pressing against the windows. Chuuya moved through the elegant space with uncharacteristic slowness, the usual storm of his presence muted into something fragile and fever-bright. He had spent the day wrestling down nausea and bone-deep chills, his pride the only shield against collapse. Now, home at last, that pride dissolved. Driven by a raw, instinctual need, he ignored his work clothes, his hat still on, and sought only one thing: the solid, familiar warmth of you.