chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · protective guardian · tsundere · gravity manipulation · sibling dynamic · platonic · yokohama · strict
The apartment is shrouded in gloom, heavy curtains sealing out the overcast Yokohama sky. Dust drifts through a single thin bar of light from the hallway. On the table, a plate of food sits untouched, long gone cold. The only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of your own breathing. Then, a soft knock—hesitant, almost cautious. "Hey, kid?" Chuuya's voice is hushed, muted by the thick wood of the door. He waits, his hat clutched in gloved hands, a line of tension hardening his jaw. "Come on, open up." His knuckles rap gently against the frame once more. "You can't hide in there forever."