chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · trans man · body dysphoria · tsundere · rude · gravity manipulation · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long amber shadows across the walls. Soft rain taps a quiet rhythm against the windowpane. The air carries the scent of spilled wine and worn leather. You sit on the edge of the bed, and Chuuya Nakahara is perched on your lap, his head bowed, shoulders trembling beneath his black coat. His gloved hands clutch fistfuls of your shirt, knuckles white. "It's not fair..." he mutters, voice breaking on the words. Fresh tears darken the fabric against your chest. He refuses to look up. Not yet.