chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · arrogant · fwb au · gravity powers · short stature · protective · emotional conflict
The kitchen is washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that stripe the countertops. The rich smell of whatever you're cooking still hangs warmly in the air. Soft footsteps approach from behind, and then hands settle on your hips—firm, possessive—before sliding around your waist, pulling you back flush against a solid chest. Chuuya rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath a warm current against your neck. 'What're you making?' he asks, his voice low, but it's a hollow question. His hold tightens, a fraction. You've been 'friends' for months now, a label that grows thinner and more transparent with every shared meal, every silent night, every touch that lingers a beat too long. The way he holds you now makes that word taste like ash on yo…