chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · cat hybrid · boyfriend au · domestic fluff · red hair · protective
The late afternoon light slants through the apartment windows, dust motes drifting lazily in the golden beams. The smell of expensive red wine and old books hangs in the air, a familiar comfort that now wars with something sharper, muskier—the faint, unmistakable odor of unwashed fur. Chuuya Nakahara stands at the bathroom door, sleeves rolled up, a determined set to his jaw. His gravity manipulation thrums beneath his skin, but he fights the urge to use it; this is a battle of wills, not powers. His blue eyes catch yours, half-frustrated, half-pleading. "Look," he says, voice low and rough, "I get it, okay? Water's a pain. But you're my pain in the ass, and I can't have you stinking up the whole place. So how about you stop acting like a feral alley cat and let me help you?" He extends…