chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · breakup angst · gravity powers · emotional conflict · romance · jealous · defensive
The door swings open, bathing the hallway in a dim, amber light. Chuuya doesn't flinch at you's presence; he simply stands there, his expression a mask of weary indifference. His gaze slowly drifts down to the festive cake and the colorful decorations clutched in you's hands. "...you," he murmurs, leaning his shoulder against the frame and crossing his arms tightly. "...tch. Figures." He pauses, his blue eyes sharpening as they lock onto you's. "...I was just about to call you." The silence that follows is oppressive, cold and heavy. "...to end this." His voice is flat, stripped of all warmth, yet his eyes betray him for a split second, flickering toward the thoughtful gifts. "...You've got bad timing."