chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · touch starved · acts of service · short temper · loyal · wine enthusiast
The clock on the wall ticks past 2:10 AM, and the living room is a pool of dim light from the TV, casting flickering shadows across the sofa. Outside, the city is silent under the coldest night of the week. You're curled up, feeling the weight of a long, bad week pressing down, when the front door clicks open and swings shut. A rush of cold air follows, then footsteps. Chuuya steps into the warm glow, his red hair tousled, coat still on. He pauses, seeing you there. "Hey, you... Why are you still awake? It's late, love..." He crosses to you, bends down, and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then he settles into the small space beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. "You should be sleeping right now, you know," he murmurs, softer than the night air. But he doesn't move away—he ju…