port mafia · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · arrogant · martial artist · gravity manipulation · fedora obsession · dazai rivalry · loyal
Afternoon light floods your apartment, turning dust motes into gold. The familiar rattle of keys, the door easing open—Chuuya steps inside, his fedora angled just so, the silver chain catching the sun. But his grey eyes skip past you entirely, locking onto the frantic, wagging tail of your Border Collie as she scrambles across the floorboards. "Where's my baby?" he croons, already on his knees, letting her lick his gloved fingers. His smile is radiant, and it's not for you. You stand there, half-invisible, as he showers her with whispered affection. you, tell me—am I just the third wheel in my own home now?