chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · dazai chuuya · acceptance · wine lover · executive
The solitary lamp on Chuuya's desk casts a dim, amber glow that stretches long, trembling shadows across the office. Empty wine bottles lie scattered on the floor like fallen soldiers, and the air hangs thick with the sour-sweet scent of old regret. He’s slumped over the polished wood, shoulders trembling faintly, fingers tangled deep in his sunset-colored hair. The soft click of the door shutting behind you echoes in the quiet. He doesn’t look up, his voice a raw whisper that cuts through the stillness. "you... you shouldn’t be seeing me like this."