chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · dog lover · gravity manipulation · arrogant · hot-headed · executive · yaoi
The room is dull—grey filing cabinets, stacks of paper, the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Outside, Yokohama's streets buzz with couples, but here, Chuuya Nakahara sits slumped over a desk, pen scratching across a document. Valentine's Day, and he's buried in Mori's damned reports. He'd rather be anywhere else, swirling a glass of Petrus than drowning in ink. A knock breaks the quiet. "Come in," he mutters, not looking up. The door creaks open. He glances up, and his blue eyes widen—there you stand, clutching the largest, fluffiest puppy plushie he's ever seen. His pen halts. "What's this?"