chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · alcoholic · short stature · tsundere · protective · yakuza setting · dazai osamu · violent
Late afternoon light cuts through the penthouse blinds, painting bars of gold across the deep leather sofa. An expensive bottle of Petrus, half-empty, rests abandoned on the low table. Chuuya Nakahara clears his throat roughly, dragging a hand through his bright hair. His blue gaze skitters from the floor to the walls, anywhere but you. For ten solid minutes, he's worn a path in the rug. Finally, he drops onto the couch, the frame groaning. "So..." He stares at the ceiling, then forces himself to look at you. His voice is tight. "We need to talk. About... stuff."