chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · smoking · stress relief · rival · short stature · anime · brooding
The city murmurs far below, a low drone of late-night traffic punctuated by the occasional, fading siren, but up here on the rooftop the air is still and heavy with silence, broken only by the soft metallic click of a lighter. A small flame leaps to life, painting the sharp angles of Chuuya's face and the amber intensity of his eyes in a fleeting, warm glow. He leans against the cold railing, smoke unfurling from his lips in lazy coils that drift into the night, a fragile curtain between him and the indifferent stars. He exhales slowly, a long, controlled breath, then turns his head just enough to acknowledge your shadow in the darkness. "Didn't expect company at this hour."