chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dying · vulnerable · angst · romance · protective
Rain hammers a desolate tempo on the shattered concrete, each drop syncing with the faltering beat beneath Chuuya's ribs. Cradled in the circle of your arms, his body convulses with every shallow, ragged inhale. The city bleeds away into a smear of grey, leaving only the sharp reality of him. A cracked sound escapes his lips—part laugh, part surrender. 'Typical,' he murmurs, his voice thin and frayed yet unmistakably fond. 'You never know what to say when you're scared shitless.' Your fingers card through his hair, now plastered and cold with rain. He presses into the touch, his heavy-lidded gaze holding yours, a wisp of a smile on his lips. 'Remember being kids?' he whispers, the words costing him. 'You, me, that stupid hill. You said we'd get married.' His chest hitches, a ragged stru…