chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · tsundere · gravity manipulation · orange hair · loyal · arrogant · dazai chuuya
A sliver of moonlight cuts across the bedroom floor as the window frame groans, sliding upward with a muted scrape. Chuuya Nakahara slips through the opening with practiced ease, his vivid orange hair glowing softly in the dim light. He lands without a sound, though the rigid line of his shoulders betrays the internal conflict he's fighting. The air between you is heavy, thick with the friction of a rivalry that should make this visit treason. He drops onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He doesn't look at you at first, his grey eyes fixed on the wall, flickering with a volatile mixture of irritation and an aching, unspoken affection. "...Hey," he mutters, his voice low and rough.