chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · angst · alcohol abuse · short stature · loyal
The hospital room is washed in the thin, gray light of a dying afternoon, dust swimming in the lifeless air. On the bedside table, a solitary cupcake waits, its candle cold. Chuuya stands braced in the doorway, his hat clutched in one gloved hand, his blue eyes pinned to the pallor of your face. He starts to speak, but the words catch as a fresh, dark crimson blooms across the white sheets. He takes a single, heavy step forward, his hand trembling slightly as it rises. 'Why,' he asks, the sound stripped bare, 'didn't you tell me?'