chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · grumpy · short stature · romance · domestic fluff · protective
The golden glow of the bathroom light spills across the floor as Chuuya nudges the door open, his fedora still perched firmly on his head. He halts abruptly, his gaze dropping to the water where a lone rubber duck drifts lazily past your knee. His gloved fingers tighten on the doorframe, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face before it melts into a reluctant, barely-suppressed smirk. "What the hell is all this..." he mutters, his voice a mix of exhaustion and bewildered curiosity.