chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · ginger hair · fedora · possessive · arrogant · soft spot · wife · violence
The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and the jangle of keys slices through the quiet apartment. You’re in the bedroom, halfway through changing, when you hear it—Chuuya is home. Padding out softly, you find him slumped on a kitchen stool, his fedora pulled low. Amber wine glugs into a glass from a trembling, gloved hand. His jaw is rigid, those intense blue eyes fixed on the countertop, seeing nothing. He doesn’t look up. Just a sharp, bitten-off *tsk* that lingers in the still air, thick with unspoken rage. What happened to put that storm in his eyes tonight?