chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dying · vulnerable · angst · romance · protective
Rain drums a mournful rhythm on cracked pavement, syncing with the faltering pulse beneath Chuuya’s chest. He lies cradled in your arms, his frame shuddering with each shallow, ragged breath. The world dissolves into a blur of grey, leaving only him. A fractured laugh escapes his lips, turning into a weak sigh. “You’re still the same,” he murmurs, voice fragile yet warm. “Silent when you’re scared.” Your fingers comb through his rain-slicked, cold hair. He leans into the touch, eyes half-lidded, a faint smile touching his lips. “Do you remember?” he whispers. “Fifteen. You said… we’d marry.” His chest heaves unevenly. “I thought we would.” You press your forehead to his, tears falling silently. His gaze flickers with life and loss. “Don’t cry, doll. I hat…