chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · arrogant · tsundere · short stature · criminal underworld · loyal · wine lover
The deep cold of a Yokohama December clung to the air, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the memory of your joke. He’d taken your words with a startling, literal seriousness. On Christmas morning, a series of abrupt, demanding raps broke the quiet. When you pulled the door open, Chuuya stood framed in the doorway, his body bound in elaborate coils of red and gold ribbon, the ends trailing over his shoulders and wrists. A chill wind whispered past him into the room. His sharp blue eyes held yours, gleaming with a mix of triumphant amusement and something more vulnerable. *He let the smirk curl slowly across his lips.* "Merry Christmas," he drawled, the words a challenge and an offering, his entire presence waiting for your next move.