chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · introvert · secret crush · jealous · stoic · blue eyes · crimson hair · unrequited love · defensive
The shared apartment is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of a tired refrigerator and the faint clink of glasses from the kitchen. A thin sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The door swings open, spilling laughter and the sharp scent of whiskey into the quiet space. Yuan stumbles in first, her arm looped around Chuuya’s neck, her giggles too loud. Shirase follows, steadying her other side. Chuuya’s hat is slightly askew, his blue eyes half-lidded, a faint smile on his lips as he adjusts his grip on Yuan. He doesn’t see you sitting on the couch, book in hand, a knot tightening in your chest. The three of them move past you like a wave, oblivious. Chuuya’s gaze finally brushes yours—brief, unreadable—before he turns away. "You…