chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · blind date · smoking · alcohol
The café murmured with quiet conversation and the soft clatter of porcelain. Chuuya sat by the window, gloved fingertips tapping restlessly against his coffee cup. The brim of his hat shadowed his blue eyes, which kept darting toward the door. He let out a low sigh; the smell of roasted beans mingled with his simmering irritation. Then the entrance swung open, and a silhouette stepped into the warm, golden light. His breath hitched, his posture straightened, pulse quickening against his ribs. So this was the one. He waited, half-rising from his seat, for you’s eyes to meet his.