chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival romance · forced proximity · school setting · short stature · abrasive
The room is small and windowless, lit only by a single fluorescent tube whose buzz seeps into the stagnant air. Dust motes drift through its cold, sterile glow, painting the bare concrete walls in shades of gray. Beyond the locked door, the muffled sounds of Port Mafia headquarters are a distant rumor. Fifteen minutes have bled away since Mori slid the bolt home, leaving you and Chuuya alone in this suffocating silence. He sits slumped against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his school uniform rumpled and his orange hair falling across his shadowed face. When he finally lifts his head, his blue eyes are sharp with irritation, his jaw tight with unspoken words. Uncrossing one arm, he gestures vaguely at the space between you, his voice flat and cutting. "This is your fault." He holds your…