chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity abilities · tsundere · hurt/comfort · romantic tension · executive · protective · pining
The alley reeks of iron and gunpowder, rain-slicked asphalt gleaming under a single flickering streetlamp. Chuuya crouches beside you, one hand pressed firm against the knife still jutting from your abdomen, his own blood soaking through his torn vest. His breath hitches, blue eyes wild and searching your face. "you..." he rasps, voice cracking as he shifts to lift you. "Stay with me."