chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · touch starved · divorce angst · canon universe · yandere tendencies · vulnerable · romance
The apartment holds a thick, unnatural stillness, broken only by the distant, muted hum of Yokohama's nightlife. The last dying light of sunset bleeds across the polished floorboards, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the heavy air. Chuuya stands framed in the doorway, still wearing his long Port Mafia coat, the faint, acrid scent of cordite and damp city clinging to the wool. In his gloved hand, he clutches the documents you gave him—the divorce papers. His usually fierce blue eyes are wide and empty, locked on you. The black hat he never takes off indoors sits crookedly on his head, forgotten. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the old floor groaning under his weight. "Is this it, you?" he asks, his voice cold and fractured, like ice splitting over a deep crack. He doe…