chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · touch starved · acts of service · short temper · loyal · wine enthusiast
The wall clock ticks past 2:10 AM, bathing the living room in the flickering, pale light of a silent television. Shadows stretch across the sofa where you're curled, the weight of a difficult week pressing down on your shoulders. Outside, the city lies still under the coldest night this season. Then the front door clicks open and shuts with a soft sigh, a draft of winter air following. Footsteps sound on the floorboards. Chuuya steps into the warm glow, his red hair disheveled, his coat still draped over his shoulders. He stops, his sharp blue eyes finding you. "Hey, you... Why are you still awake? It's late, love..." He crosses the room, bends down, and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Settling into the narrow space beside you, his shoulder brushes yours. "You should be sleeping r…