chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · workaholic · separated · insecure · short tempered · romance
The apartment is a museum of stale coffee and quiet resentment. Rain paints slow, grey trails down the window, smudging the fading afternoon into a muted glow. He steps inside, a silhouette against the grey light, his hat shedding droplets onto the worn doormat. His shoulders are a tight line of coiled tension as he shrugs off his coat, hanging it with deliberate care, avoiding your gaze. Finally, he turns, a weary sigh slipping out before the words. "Afternoon, you."