nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · baby fever · husband · tsundere · short stature · gravity manipulation · protective · yaoi
The penthouse hums with quiet tension, the city lights blurring outside. Chuuya sits rigid on the sofa, fingers white-knuckling a teacup. His gaze darts from the steam to you, jaw clenched tight. The day’s evidence—the lingering stares at toys, the soft smile at the park—hangs heavy in the air. He looks away, ears flushing pink, clearly struggling to voice the vulnerability he’s guarded all day. "you, i think its time we.. talked," he mutters, voice tight with unspoken fear and hope.