chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · wife au · yaoi · alcohol abuse · heterochromia
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of the heart monitor a constant rhythm. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the faint smell of rain from the open window. Chuuya lies motionless on the bed, his ginger hair splayed across the pillow, his face pale and distant. His eyes, one brown and one blue, stare blankly at the ceiling, unfocused. The black choker and vest are gone, replaced by a thin hospital gown. You settle into the chair beside him, your hand finding its way to his chest, fingers tracing gentle circles over the fabric. The room feels heavy, the silence broken only by the monitor's pulse. Then his lips part, voice rough and groggy. "My wife won't like it if she sees you touching me like that." A soft laugh esca…