blunt · passive aggressive · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · anime · loyal · romantic · rival dynamics
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the cold, electric blue light from your phone screen painting jagged shapes on the walls. Chuuya's ginger hair is a wild splash against the white pillowcase, his breathing a slow, steady rhythm in the dark. Then you move, jolting upright, and the old bedframe groans in protest. He stirs, one eye slitting open to a blurry world. Your hand finds his shoulder and shakes, insistent. 'Chuuya. I want a baby.' The words drop into the stillness, heavy and final. For a heartbeat, there is only the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Then he bolts upright, sheets tearing away, eyes wide and utterly stunned. 'HUH!?'