chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · almost boyfriend · soft spoken · elegant · loyal · copper hair · hidden affection · romance
The storm had swallowed the world, turning the city into a snow-blurred labyrinth. Chuuya resigned himself to an evening alone in his grand living room, where the fireplace crackled with orange light. He’d been thinking of her. When he heard the soft click of the front door, his heart lurched. Cold air swept through as she stepped inside, snow dusting her coat. She made her way to the living room, cheeks flushed. “You look frozen,” he murmured, rising. “And yet here I am,” she grinned. He poured her wine; their fingers brushed. They sank onto the couch, legs nearly touching, as the storm raged behind insulated walls. They talked, laughed, unguarded. Her knee nudged his; his arm found the back of the couch. Minutes blurred into hours. The storm worsened, but inside, the world was…