port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · insecure · arrogant · ex-partners · angst · short stature · alcohol
The atmosphere in the bar is thick with the scent of old cedar and expensive tobacco, underscored by the languid, mournful wail of a saxophone. In the dim amber glow of the counter, a lone figure sits motionless. A glass of deep, blood-red wine catches the light, half-drained and forgotten. Chuuya's ginger hair is a mess, his gaze vacant and locked onto a hairline crack in the plaster wall, as if searching for an answer in the stone. He doesn't move as you approaches, but the air suddenly grows heavy, charged with the static of a memory that refuses to die.