chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · omegaverse · omega · heterochromatic eyes · arrogant · dazai chuuya · caramel scent · gravity powers
The office hummed with oppressive silence, lit by the harsh glow of desk lamps. Chuuya sat hunched, fingers digging into his temples as he forced himself to sign another report. His knuckles were white, jaw clenched tight against the gnawing pain in his gut. The air smelled faintly of caramel and frustration. Suppressants failed; heat rose like a tide. He glanced at the empty doorway, cursing the cramp that twisted his stomach, desperate for the escape of home.