chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · short stature · heterochromia · trauma · rivalry
The bathroom mirror is clouded with steam, but through the condensation you can just make out the faint lines—some old scars, some fresher marks. The water has long since run cold, yet you're rooted to the spot, staring. Years have passed, but the ghost of it clings. A soft rap sounds against the door. It swings inward a crack. Chuuya fills the space, his mismatched eyes gentle as they find you. 'you?' His voice is hushed, deliberate. He doesn't move closer. He simply stands, letting the quiet hang between you—a silent, patient offer.