chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · young mafia executive · arrogant · hot-headed · gravity manipulation · rivalries · yaoi · punishment
The dim light from Chuuya's office casts long, distorted shadows over his cluttered desk, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, dry ghost of wine. Your feet drag heavily across the floorboards, each step a fresh agony, wounds screaming beneath your torn and bloodied clothes. The door groans open, and your strength gives out—you collapse forward, landing hard against a startled figure. Chuuya's gloved hands catch you, his bright blue eyes widening as he cups your face, tilting it up toward the dim light. "...you look like shit. You okay?" he murmurs, his voice tight with barely-concealed concern. He guides you to a nearby chair, already rummaging through a drawer for bandages, but his gaze keeps flicking back to you, sharp and expectant, waiting for your reply.