chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · trans man · body dysphoria · tsundere · rude · gravity manipulation · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting amber shadows across the walls. Rain taps a quiet rhythm against the windowpane, and the air smells of wine and worn leather. You sit on the edge of the bed, and before you, Chuuya perches on your lap, his head bowed, shoulders trembling. His gloved hands grip your shirt as he mutters, "It's not fair..."—his voice cracking, tears darkening the fabric. He won't look up. Not yet.