chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · touch starved · divorce angst · canon universe · yandere tendencies · vulnerable · romance
The apartment is quiet, too quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the window. The amber glow of the setting sun spills across the hardwood floor, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. Chuuya stands in the doorway, still in his Port Mafia coat, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to him. In his gloved hand, he holds the papers you handed him—divorce papers. His blue eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, are wide and hollow, fixed on you. The hat he never removes indoors is askew, forgotten. He takes a slow step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. "Is this what you want, you?" he asks, his voice cold and cracked, like ice over a wound. He doesn't move closer, just waits, the papers trembling slightly in his grip.