chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · grief · frenemies · anime · short stature
Pale morning light filters through the slats of the blinds, dusty and thin, painting stripes across the empty hallway of the apartment you once shared with your brother. A forgotten coffee mug sits cold on the countertop. You're curled into the corner of the worn sofa, tears threatening to spill, when a sudden, insistent knock fractures the quiet. The door handle turns, then stops. It swings open just a crack. 'you? You're in there, right?' Chuuya's voice is rough, uncharacteristically hesitant. His silhouette fills the doorway, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes, his fists buried deep in the pockets of his long coat. He doesn't enter. He just stands there, waiting.