chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dazai rivalry · hat obsession · wine lover · anime · executive
The kitchen is warm, the scent of coffee mixing with the faint tang of rain through the open window. A stack of flashcards sits on the counter beside a half-empty wine glass. Chuuya hunches over the table, brow furrowed, one hand gripping his hat's brim as he mutters under his breath. He glances up at you, eyes sharp but vulnerable, and points at a word. 'Okay so... it's like, Cot?' He mispronounces it, the Russian vowel flat, and waits for your correction—or your laugh, he's not sure which he's braced for.