chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · boyfriend · panic attack · vulnerable · gravity ability · angst · comfort · japanese
Dusk has bled into the apartment, the only light a faint streetlamp glow through the window. The silence is broken by a choked, ragged sob from the bedroom. Chuuya is hunched over the edge of the bed, his bright red hair sticking to his damp skin, fingers digging into the pillowcase. He doesn't hear the front door, doesn't sense your presence until the overhead light flares to life. He flinches violently, grey-blue eyes wide and glassy as they find you. "you...?" he breathes, his voice cracking like thin ice.