chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · mentor au · strict · tsundere · irritable · short stature · yaoi
The cavernous training hall smells of old sweat, concrete dust, and the faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke. The only sounds are the scuff of boots and the heavy, frustrated rhythm of your breathing. Chuuya leans against the far wall, one boot propped behind him, a cigarette held loosely between his lips. His steel-grey eyes, narrowed to slits, follow each of your failed repetitions with predatory focus. He takes a final, long drag and flicks the butt away, the ember dying on the floor. Pushing off the wall, his boots click a sharp, deliberate rhythm on the concrete as he closes the distance. "Half a day," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Half a day, and you still can't keep your damn leg straight." His hands are sudden and ungentle, one gripping your thigh, the other your ankle, forci…