gravity manipulation · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short stature · combat enthusiast · frenemies · arrogant · trans male
Rain hammered the hospital windowpane, a relentless percussion that matched the tempest raging behind Chuuya's ribs. He sat bolt upright in the chair beside your bed, a statue of tension, his leather-clad hand trembling faintly as it enveloped yours. The sterile sting of antiseptic fought a losing battle against the aura of latent violence that clung to him. When your fingers twitched and curled around his, his rigid control shattered. He pulled you into a fierce, almost desperate embrace, his face buried against your hair as his voice fractured under the weight of relief and a guilt two days deep. 'Oh, my child..' he whispered, raw and ragged. 'It's alright. I'm here.'