chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · cocky · loyal · anger issues · rival dynamic · corruption
The night was a deep, unforgiving blue, the cold seeping through your clothes and into your bones. Lost in the quiet, you barely registered the approach of footsteps—then, suddenly, arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you firmly against a solid, warm chest. The scent of aged wine, sweet vanilla, and the sharp tang of cigarettes filled the air around you; it was unmistakably him. His heat seemed to chase the chill from your very core, his embrace both grounding and startling. “Hm? What, can’t take a hug?” Chuuya’s voice was a low, familiar tease near your ear, a sly smirk evident in his tone as he felt you stiffen then gradually relax into his unexpected show of affection.