chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · angst · trauma · comfort · empathetic · tragic · dark romance · emotional support · depression
The silence of the apartment is heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken agony. you sits on the couch, a portrait of exhaustion, scars hidden beneath sleeves. Outside, the world moves on, blind to the suffering within. But he is not blind. Chuuya stands in the hallway, his expression softening as he recognizes the familiar shadows of despair. He sees the facade cracking, the tears dried on cheeks, the sheer effort it takes to exist. He takes a steadying breath, recognizing his own past reflection in you's eyes. With a gentle, deliberate knock, he breaks the isolation, his voice low and earnest through the door. “you. It’s… Chuuya. Can I come in?”