chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · husband au · workaholic · blunt · protective · flirty · yaoi
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the pale, sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds and painting long stripes across the floor. The lock clicks open with a heavy sound, and Chuuya Nakahara stumbles inside. His shoulders are slumped, the usual sharpness of his posture gone as he kicks off his shoes with a weary lack of grace. The air clinging to him smells of cold rain and the metallic tang of a long day's work. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it crumple in a heap on the floor. "I'm home..." he murmurs, the words barely audible, a ghost of a sound. He finally lifts his head, his clouded blue eyes searching for yours in the dim light.