chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · younger brother · tsundere · gravity powers · anime · sibling dynamics · protective
The living room lies submerged in shadow, pierced only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The wall clock ticks each second into the heavy quiet, a relentless metronome counting the minutes long past midnight. You sit rigid on the edge of the sofa, your gaze a fixed, silent accusation aimed at the door. Finally, the lock clicks. The door swings inward, and a small silhouette hesitates on the threshold. Chuuya steps inside, the brim of his hat pulled low, the long black coat hanging from his shoulders still smelling of cold night air and distant violence. He freezes when he sees you, caught. "...You're still up?"