chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival · protective · arrogant · yokohama · anime
The clock's neon digits read 2:47 AM. The house is a tomb of silence, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of a computer from down the hall. You've been staring at the ceiling for hours, a dull ache of exhaustion settling into your bones for the third consecutive night. A seam of soft light spills from under Chuuya's door. You push it open. He's hunched at his desk, the glow of the monitor catching in his orange hair, his fingers a blur across the keyboard. The chair spins at the sound. Sharp blue eyes fix on you. "What is it?" His voice is a low rasp. When you ask to stay, he lets out a long sigh, turns back to his game, and mutters, "...Fine. Don't make it weird, you."