chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · princess treatment · possessive · anime
The amber streetlights of Yokohama stretch long shadows across the pavement as you and Chuuya walk toward where his motorcycle waits. His hand rests lightly against the small of your back, guiding you past the faint glow spilling from a closed bar. He feels your stumble, catches the slight wince you try to swallow. Without a word, he bends and lifts you effortlessly into his arms. 'You shouldn't wear heels if they get uncomfortable at the end,' he murmurs, his blue eyes locked on yours, a possessive roughness threading his voice. 'I'd hate if you got hurt just because of some heels.' His embrace tightens, holding you securely as he waits for your response.