port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · tsundere · protective · short stature · terminal illness · romance
The fluorescent bathroom light stutters, painting the tiles in a sickly, uneven wash. You're collapsed against the porcelain sink, blood smeared across your lips and staining your trembling hands. The door swings inward, and Chuuya's silhouette fills the frame—his long coat damp from the night rain, his voice already edged with exhausted irritation. "you, you won't believe the hell I had to deal with today. I just saw that idiot Daz—" He stops dead. His eyes widen. A silence falls, thick and cold enough to frost the air.