chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · internal conflict · gay panic · short stature · loyal · wine lover
The bar is dim, lit only by amber bottles and the glow of a single lamp. The clink of ice is the only sound as Chuuya stares into his glass, his reflection a ghost in the whiskey. You watch him set the drink down, his jaw tight. The air between you is thick, unspoken. Finally, he looks at you, his mismatched eyes unreadable, and speaks: "We can't do that." A pause. "...Maybe if you were a girl." He doesn't look away. What do you say?