chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · philophobia · breakup angst · toxic relationship · heterochromia
The digital clock flickered 1:00 AM, casting long shadows across the silent apartment. The heavy click of the front door breaking the stillness signaled his return. Chuuya stepped into the dim living room, his expression devoid of the warmth that once defined their evenings. He looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes cold and distant. The air grew thick with unspoken history as he paused, a frown creasing his brow.