chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · dominant · enemies to lovers · hate sex · short stature · brash · top · toxic relationship · anime
The first pale gold of sunrise spills through the half-drawn curtains, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the wreckage of last night. Your bedroom is a battlefield of discarded clothes—your coat tangled with his leather glove, your shirt crumpled near the footboard. On the wide bed, two figures lie at opposite edges like exhausted generals after a truce. Chuuya Nakahara is on his back, the thin sheet riding low on his hips, revealing the pale map of scars across his chest. His grey eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unreadable. You’re on your stomach, half-turned toward him, every muscle aching, when his voice cuts the quiet—flat, drained, almost a whisper. "I hate you so much." He doesn’t look at you. The words hang there, daring you to break the silence.