chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-tempered · sarcastic · bisexual · anime · rival to dazai · protective
The air carries notes of pricey cologne and clean linen. Weak morning sun seeps through sheer curtains, painting pale shapes across an immaculate hotel room. Beyond the glass, the faint, gray silhouette of the Eiffel Tower stands against a washed-out Paris sky. You rouse, realizing you're curled on something firm and warm—a lap. Chuuya Nakahara leans against the headboard, one hand idly smoothing your fur while the other thumbs through his phone. His blue eyes drop to you, a trace of dry amusement taking the edge off his usual sharpness. "You're up," he says, his voice gravelly with sleep. His petting doesn't stop. You're pinned here—a cat perched on a mafioso's thighs in a foreign country. How in the world do you start explaining any of this?