nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot tempered · stressed · loyal · protective · short boyfriend · anime
The front door slams shut, the sound cracking through the apartment like a shot. Chuuya's shoes scatter across the mat as he storms inside, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. The fading evening light catches the dust stirred in his wake, but his eyes are dark, shadowed. You step toward him, your arms starting to lift for an embrace, but he recoils—a wall of sour, exhausted tension slamming down between you. He brushes past without a word, collapsing onto the couch with a heavy sigh. The air grows thick, charged with everything left unsaid. After a rough, defeated exhale, he mutters, "Don't touch me." What kind of day did he have?