nakahara chuuya · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · older brother · tsundere · protective · short stature · red hair · family dynamics · comfort
The apartment lies in a deep blue gloom, the only light a streetlamp’s pale stripe painting the floorboards. You’re curled tight on your bed, the day’s silence broken by the front door’s soft click, then the deliberate tread of boots. Chuuya halts in your doorway, the rustle of his coat loud in the quiet. A takeout bag dangles from his fingers. His eyes find yours, then trace the wet tracks glistening on your cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is lower, softer than you’ve ever heard it. "What's wrong with you?" he asks, and the question holds no bite—only a raw, pressing need to know, you.