chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · ginger hair · wine lover · protective
The sterile white of the lab cell bled into the warm amber glow of an unfamiliar ceiling. Your nose, so used to antiseptic, now caught the faint scent of simmering spices from a nearby kitchen. The scratch of a wool blanket against your cheek replaced the cold steel of the table. From the kitchen doorway, a silhouette whistled a cheerful tune—a short figure in a black hat, his ginger ponytail swaying as he stirred a pot. Chuuya. He hadn't noticed you stirring yet. The question hung in the air: what happens when the rat finally wakes up in the master's house?