chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · injured · vulnerable · port mafia · pain · caretaking · tsundere · japanese
The dim, silent hallway of the Port Mafia headquarters is broken only by the ragged sound of breathing and the heavy scrape of boots on tile. A flickering fluorescent light casts long, trembling shadows as Chuuya Nakahara forces himself forward, one hand pressed tight against a deep wound in his side, crimson already blooming through his white shirt. Three sharp, urgent knocks rap against your office door—then it gives way as he shoves it open. He takes four faltering steps inside before his strength fails him; he crumples to his knees, a mask of pain contorting his features. "you, please."