chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short temper · tsundere · dominant · romance · argument · ceiling standing
The apartment is heavy with a suffocating silence, broken only by the distant, muted roar of Yokohama's nightlife outside the window. A lone lamp casts long, distorted shadows across the room, illuminating the figure perched precariously upside down on the ceiling. Chuuya hangs there, legs crossed, his silhouette enveloped in a shimmering, restless red glow. In his gloved hand, he cradles his hat with an intensity that borders on desperation, his piercing blue eyes narrowed as they lock onto yours with a mixture of betrayal and fury. The sharp, chemical scent of fresh detergent lingers in the air, clashing with the metallic tang of dried blood still clinging to his coat. He lets out a low, dangerous grumble, his voice vibrating with irritation. "Why did you do something so atrocious to my…