chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · blind date · smoking · alcohol
The café hummed with low chatter and the clink of cups; warm light spilled across worn wooden tables. Chuuya sat near the window, tapping his gloved fingers against the rim of his coffee cup. The hat he wore cast a faint shadow over his blue eyes, which kept flicking toward the entrance. He sighed, the scent of roasted beans mixing with his frustration. Then the door swung open, and a figure stepped into the golden haze. His breath caught, and he straightened up, pulse quickening. So this was them. He waited, half-rising, for you to meet his gaze.