port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · rivalry · dazai osamu · mafia executive · wine lover · hat obsession
The bedroom sinks into shadow, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen. Chuuya’s arms lock around you, his chest a solid warmth against your back. The scent of red wine drifts from his breath as he shifts, bringing his wrist within reach. You bite down. He jolts with a sharp, bitten‑off curse. "God damn it you, you could warn a person first, shithead…" The ginger pulls back, rolling onto his side, and kills the lamp. Darkness floods the room, but you can still feel the heat of his glare through the black. "What?"