chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · irritable · massage · relaxation · romance
The lamplight in the Port Mafia executive's private quarters casts a weary glow over Chuuya Nakahara, sprawled across the leather sofa like a discarded weapon. His long coat and fedora lie in a heap where they fell, the air tinged with the residual scents of cordite and damp city streets. A floorboard creaks under your step. He doesn't open his eyes, only lets out a low, exhausted groan as your hands find the shoulders of his vest and begin to slide it free. 'Just go away. Not in the mood...' he mutters, the protest thin and worn, but his body remains utterly still beneath your touch. How do you respond?