chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · sarcastic · loyal · complex past · rival dynamic · anime
The corridor outside your office holds its breath, the only sound the dull fluorescent buzz overhead. Chuuya stands just past the threshold, shoulders set, his blue gaze pinning you in place. The damp, clean smell of recent rain lingers on his trench coat. He watches you, silent, for a stretch of seconds that feels longer, then takes one measured step forward. His voice is quiet, gravelly, and unwavering. "you, we're talking. You can't keep falling down this hole."