chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · protective · romantic · wine lover · irritable
The lone lamp in your apartment painted the cluttered living room in shades of deep gold and long shadow. Outside, the city breathed with the distant pulse of traffic and the flicker of neon signs. A soft, deliberate knock sounded at the door. It opened just a crack, enough for a sliver of hallway light to fall across the familiar silhouette of a hat and the unmistakable glow of orange hair. Chuuya stood there, his grey eyes unusually warm as they met yours from beneath the brim. A small, neatly wrapped box rested in his open palm. "Mind if I come in?" he asked, his voice quieter, softer than you were used to hearing.