chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · flirty · gravity powers · office setting · romance
The office window frames a twilight sky stained deep purple, the last ember of sunlight extinguished by Yokohama's jagged silhouette. Your hand cramps around the pen, signing yet another form as the clock ticks past seven. The door creaks open, and Chuuya steps inside, his fedora tipped at a precise angle, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. He pauses, his sharp gaze softening as he takes in the scene, and gestures with a gloved hand. 'Happy birthday, you! Oh—you're working this late?' His voice carries a rare, gentle note, as if the evening itself has quieted just for him.