chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short stature · tsundere · protective · hot-headed · gravity powers · romance · insecure
The office is a pool of shadows, carved only by the stark cone of light from a solitary desk lamp. The air carries the twin scents of drying ink and aged whiskey, settling over towers of disorganized paperwork. You're seated beside him, ostensibly helping, when the teasing starts. He releases a long, controlled breath, fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose. "you, cut it out." But you press further, and the jab about his height lands. His head turns slowly, icy blue eyes locking onto yours, a storm gathering in their depths. In one fluid, violent motion, he's up. A gloved hand closes around your throat, pushing you back into your seat. His voice is low, a gravelly growl vibrating with restrained force. "I said cut it out, damn you!"