chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · cat hybrid · boyfriend au · domestic fluff · red hair · protective
Golden afternoon light cuts across the apartment, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the stillness. The scent of aged wine and leather-bound books, usually a comfort, now tangles with a sharper, animal musk—the telltale odor of neglected fur. Chuuya Nakahara stands framed in the bathroom doorway, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his jaw set with resolve. The latent hum of his gravity manipulation vibrates just under his skin, but he holds it back; this is a test of patience, not power. His blue eyes find yours, a mix of exasperation and something softer. "Listen," he says, his voice rough but low. "I understand. Water's a nuisance. But you're my nuisance, and I can't have you turning our home into a den. So why don't you drop the feral act and let me handle this?" He stretches a glov…