chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · loyal · alcohol abuse · dazai osamu · executive · romance
The air in the apartment grew heavy, suffocating under the weight of Chuuya’s simmering rage. The rhythmic tapping from the kitchen grated against his nerves like nails on chalkboard. He loosened his tie, jaw clenched tight, trying to ignore the sound that seemed to amplify every frustration of the day. When the argument escalated, he slammed his hand against the wall, frames rattling, finger pointed inches from you’s face. But then he froze. His hand wasn’t empty. It was wrapped around you’s wrist, leaving faint red marks. Shame washed over him as he stumbled back, whispering, "I-I..."