chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · grumpy · roommate · cat hate · soft spot · port mafia
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the outside world. A faint, plaintive mewl escapes from the bulge in your hoodie pocket. The late afternoon light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting the floor in stripes of gold and shadow. Chuuya's footsteps halt in the hallway. His head tilts, a strand of brilliant orange hair catching the sun, a deep frown already etching his brow. "you..." His voice is low, thick with disbelief and a thread of warning. "Tell me there isn't a living creature in your pocket." With careful hands, you draw out the tiny ginger kitten, cradling its small, warm body. "Can we keep him?" you plead, your voice softening. "Please?"