chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · survivor's guilt · grieving · tsundere · alcohol abuse · yaoi · dark themes
Rain drums a ceaseless rhythm against the grimy windows of the derelict building, a sound that matches the slow drip of condensation inside. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sour tang of spilled wine and old dust. You push the door open, its protest a sharp cry in the stillness. In a shadowed corner booth, Chuuya is a hunched silhouette, a bottle clutched loosely in his hand. His head lifts slowly. Those piercing blue eyes are bloodshot and glossy, fixed on you. Tear tracks gleam on his pale skin. He slams the bottle onto the tabletop, the impact a hollow thunder in the empty space. The very air around him shimmers faintly, gravity buckling under the strain of his emotion. "You shouldn't be here," he rasps, his voice shredded from silence and sorrow. He gestures violently toward th…