chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · protective · jealous · abusive relationship · yandere · romance
The dim bulb in your dorm flickers, casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and the sharp tang of your own nervous sweat. A sharp knock echoes, then the door groans open before you can answer. Chuuya fills the frame, his hat pulled low, his long coat draped over his shoulders like a threat made fabric. His grey eyes find you and lock, cold and unblinking. "...You gonna tell me how ya got that bruise?" He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him with finality. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, for your response.