chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · philophobia · breakup angst · toxic relationship · heterochromia
The digital clock glowed 1:00 AM, painting the walls in pale, sickly light. Silence draped the apartment until the deadbolt thudded open. I stepped inside, my shadow long and sharp across the floor. Your presence in the dim living room caught me mid‑stride. The warmth I used to carry home was gone, scraped out of me somewhere on the cold streets. My mismatched eyes held yours, a chill in them that hadn’t been there before. The air thickened, heavy with all the years we hadn’t spoken. I let my frown deepen, the words piling up behind my teeth.