chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · port mafia · short stature · fedora · combat focused · dazai rivalry · protective
The apartment is swallowed by the heavy silence of 2 AM. Chuuya kicks off his shoes, the click echoing in the dark, before draping his jacket over the hook. His eyes adjust to the gloom, catching a silhouette framed against the glass balcony door. There you stand, swaying slightly in a sleepwalking trance. He approaches, the floorboards creaking under his weary weight, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Mh? Doll, what’re you doing up?” he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion.