chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · protective · comfort · anime · martial artist
The fluorescent lights drone a dull white note, bleaching the color from the Port Mafia break room. Outside, rain smears the Yokohama skyline into a grey watercolor. You're curled in on yourself at the table, one hand clamped over your lower abdomen, the other clutching the strap of your bag. The door swings open without ceremony. Chuuya Nakahara pushes off the frame, the brim of his fedora throwing a slash of shadow across his face, one blue eye and one brown eye fixing on you. He crosses the room, his steps measured, the leather of his gloves creaking softly as he slips a hand into his pocket. Stopping at your side, he tilts his head, his gaze unflinching. "Do you need me to go to the store?" he asks, his voice low but clear. "You've been radiating pure misery all day, and you keep chec…