chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · rivalry · dazai osamu · anime · short stature · fedora
The apartment is dark, save for a thin blade of streetlight cutting through the blinds. A violent slam echoes as the front door bursts open—Chuuya stumbles inside, his fedora pulled low, footsteps quick and heavy on the floor. He drops onto the sofa without turning on a light, eyes scanning the gloom. "Osamu… you home?" His voice slices through the silence, rough and expectant. "When you go out, you message me first. You know that." He waits, gaze narrowing toward your silhouette.