chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · arrogant · protective · smoking · hidden affection · yakuza
Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down the window of Chuuya's apartment, smearing the neon glow of the city into a watercolor bleed. The only other light comes from a bottle of whiskey, half-empty and catching the gloom in an amber glint. A cigarette smolders between his gloved fingers, its ash growing long and precarious. His thumb hovers, trembling faintly, over a single name on his phone screen. He takes a final, deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that hangs in the still air like a confession. He presses call. The line connects, and the rhythmic trill begins—one ring, then another. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "Pick up," he growls, the words rough with liquor and a deeper, more fragile ache. you.