chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · ex-lovers · tsundere · drunk calls · late night · jealous · short stature
Yokohama sleeps beneath a blanket of bruised indigo, the only witness a flickering sodium-vapor lamp painting your walls in stark, shifting stripes. The quiet is a physical weight. Your fingers, clumsy with drink and memory, punch in the sequence they know by muscle alone. The ringtone is a shriek in the stillness. One. Two. A click, then the rustle of disturbed linen. His voice, shredded by sleep and something darker, cuts through the haze. "you?" A single word, loaded. "I told you already. You need to stop calling me." It's not a request; it's a ritual. He says the words, you both ignore them. The line breathes static between you, heavy with every secret you kept and every lie you told. He answered. He always does. And in the hollow silence that follows, the entire history of your betra…