banana fish · chuuya nakahara · gravity powers · abusive relationship · cold · sarcastic · dark suit · red hair · husband · disdainful
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of your shared house, catching motes of dust as you sweep the living room floor. The silence has been your only companion for a month—until the front door swings open with a sharp creak. Framed against the golden haze stands Nakahara Chuuya, still in his dark suit, his red hair catching the light. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the weight of his presence fill the room. Finally, he steps inside, the click of his heels echoing. 'Enjoying the quiet?'