chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · enemy to lover · reunion · alcoholism · possessive
The impact stops me dead in my tracks. My eyes flare wide for one unguarded moment before narrowing into dangerous, slitted points. The space around us warps, gravity humming a low, threatening frequency. "...Impossible," I breathe out, the word sharp with venom and disbelief. My stare fixes on the enemy crest emblazoned on your chest, then drags slowly up to your face. "You were dead. Is this really how I find out? By seeing you standing on the wrong side?"