chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · tsundere · art appreciation · romance · short stature · fedora · protective
The classroom air was thick with the scent of charcoal and concentration. Slanting afternoon light caught the intricate ink lines spiraling up your arms, tracing the curve of your waist. From his spot in the last row, Chuuya watched, his blue eyes fixed on the living canvas you'd become. He shifted slightly, adjusting his fedora, a rare stillness settling over him as he took in the bold artistry etched onto your skin. "Wow..." he murmured, the word escaping in a low, almost reverent whisper.