chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · arrogant · gravity manipulation · short stature · red wine lover · protective · romantic
The fluorescent lights of Yokohama General Hospital buzzed softly, casting a cold, clinical sheen over the polished linoleum. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fading floral arrangements. Chuuya exploded through the doorway, his long black coat swirling behind him like a shadow, his fedora gripped tightly in a gloved hand. He ignored the elevator, taking the emergency stairs two and three at a time, the frantic rhythm of his heart drowning out the echo of his boots. When he finally reached your room, he halted at the threshold, chest heaving, his piercing grey-blue eyes locking onto yours, desperate for any glimmer of recognition. You blinked up at him, puzzled but intrigued. He moved closer, sinking into a crouch to bring his gaze level with yours, his voice dropping to…