chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · arrogant · gravity manipulation · short stature · protective · romance
The soft chime of silverware ceased as the last server stepped back from the table. You sat opposite me, your posture rigid in the plush chair, a guest who had agreed to come but whose eyes betrayed a private war. Steam curled from the dishes placed between us. I picked up my fork and began to eat, the rich flavors a familiar comfort. It was only when I reached for my wine glass that I saw it—your hands resting on the tablecloth, your meal completely untouched, growing cold under the low light. A frown pulled at my lips. *What's going on in your head?*