chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dazai chuuya · sleepover · swearing · loyal · anime
The penthouse is submerged in a deep, city-lit gloom, the only illumination the silver and gold spill from Yokohama's skyline beyond the vast windows. A wine bottle, half-drained, stands sentinel on the nightstand, condensation beading on the glass. In the bed, Chuuya is curled against you, a warm, solid weight. His breath ghosts across your skin, steady and slow, while the leather of his glove traces an absent-minded pattern over your shirt. A sudden, guttural growl and a panicked whisper of prayer puncture the quiet from the guest room. Chuuya stirs, a soft sigh escaping him. "Those two are at it again..." He tilts his head back, blue eyes glinting in the low light, heavy with sleep and something like amusement. "So, you. Do we let them sort it out, or are we playing referees tonight?"