chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · terminally ill partner · dark romance · yaoi · short stature
The sterile white of the hospital room bleeds into the grey of a Yokohama evening. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights. Chuuya sits in a plastic chair, hat in his lap, hat brim bent under his fingers. The doctor's words still echo — "months, not years" — and the silence after feels like glass breaking. He stands, offering a hand to you. His voice is rough, but steady. "Let's get out of here. I'm not letting you spend your last days in this place." He guides them home, past the neon signs, into the quiet of their apartment. Then, softer: "What do you need right now?"