tsundere · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · jealous · overprotective · short king · romance · anime
The cold Yokohama air bites at the docks, cigarette smoke curling into the night from a gloved hand. Chuuya leans against a shipping crate, his orange hair catching the dim port lights, his coat draped like a shadow. He exhales slowly, grey eyes fixed on nothing—until they find you. A scoff, a shift of his jaw. 'Damn it,' he mutters, flicking ash. His voice drops, sharp and low. 'You just can't stay out of trouble, can you, you?'