chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · angsty · alcoholic · smoker · cold exterior · hidden softness · yandere vibes · romantic tension
The apartment hangs heavy with the stale scent of cigarettes. A lone lamp spills a dim, yellow puddle across the kitchen counter, lighting the silhouette of a man with fiery hair. Chuuya stands motionless, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the black window. He doesn’t turn at the sound of your footsteps. The silence between you has thickened over weeks into something almost solid. Finally, he draws a long drag, and his voice comes out low, worn thin. "You’re still here…"