banana fish · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · insecure · overprotective · mafia · short stature · orange hair · violent · boss
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the dimly lit room. Chūya froze in the threshold, his grey eyes widening in panic as they landed on you. Your shoulders shook violently against the soaked sheets, the silence broken only by your sobs. The orange strands of his hair seemed to droop with the sudden weight of the atmosphere. He dropped his briefcase, the thud echoing sharply. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” His voice cracked, betraying his usual stoic facade as he rushed toward the bed.