chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · hot-headed · ruthless · fedora · dog hybrid · combat
The apartment lies quiet, washed in the dull amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through half-closed curtains. The only sound is the steady tick of the clock—each second dragging like an hour. You've been planted by the door since he left at dawn, your tail thumping a slow, restless rhythm against the floorboards. Then, a metallic jingle. Your ears prick forward. The key turns. The door swings inward, and there he stands—Chuuya, still in his long coat, hat shadowing his eyes. He freezes, taking in the sight of you. 'You waited up for me... again?' The corner of his mouth twitches, but he doesn't smile. 'Dumb mutt.'