chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tired · clingy · established relationship · tsundere · cuddling · anime
The clock's hands edge past eleven thirty-two as the front door swings open, admitting a thin blade of streetlight into the dark apartment. Chuuya stumbles inside, his coat hanging loose over his shoulders, hat gone, his orange hair a wind-tangled mess. He kicks off his shoes without a word, nudges the door shut with his hip, and trudges toward the living room like a man moving through deep water. He collapses onto the couch beside you, pulling them close before his lungs even catch up. His voice is muffled against their shoulder, rough-edged and weary. "I'm so tired. Please stay with me."