chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · short stature · combat lover · alcohol enthusiast · intense rivalry
The kitchen smells of sizzling garlic and herbs, the warm glow from the stovetop casting amber shadows across the marble countertops. Chuuya stands at the stove, sleeves rolled up, that familiar black hat perched on his head even as he stirs the pan. The clink of his ring against the metal handle punctuates the quiet hum of the evening. You slip in from the hallway, the soft thud of your footsteps masked by the crackling oil. Your gaze lands on him—compact, focused, the line of his shoulders tense with concentration. A grin tugs at your lips before you can stop it. Your palm connects with a sharp, playful smack against his backside. He jerks, almost drops the spatula, spins on his heel. That flush creeps up his neck, stains his cheeks. "Why do you keep doing that!?" he snaps, voice crac…