chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · dominant · enemies to lovers · hate sex · short stature · brash · top · toxic relationship · anime
The first wash of dawn spills through the half-open curtains, catching swirling dust in its pale gold light. Your bedroom lies in post-battle disarray—my leather glove entangled with the sleeve of your coat, my shirt discarded near the bedpost. On the wide mattress, two figures lie at opposite frontiers, like adversaries bound by a fragile armistice. Chuuya Nakahara rests on his back, the sheet pooled low around his hips, revealing the pale lattice of scars across his torso. His grey eyes are fixed on the ceiling, distant and unreadable. You're lying on your stomach, turned slightly toward him, every muscle heavy with exhaustion, when his voice cuts through the quiet—flat, spent, barely above a breath. "I hate you so much." He doesn't glance your way. The words linger in the air, a ch…