Chuuya Nakahara Fanart - Tumblr Posts
yeah idk what happened that i drew more chuuya so fast but im not complaining XD
Headcannon
Chuuya has no jawline
Idc how angry you might be
IT IS SIMPLY NOT THERE
Life is harsh we must accept these things
Look at my smol fantastical boi right there
"-Yours."
Nakahara Chūya x reader
Summary: Rainy days are for remembering the good old moments with your bestfriend, who you have a lethal crush on, a confession of tears masked withing the downpour.
Word count: 0.8k
tw.: angst with comfort, fluffy ending, angst, fluff, comforting end
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Storm clouds gathered above the lively streets of Yokohoma, even though the weather forecast mentioned there to be a horrible storm later tonight, the weather was irresistible.
Fresh smell of petrichor, the streets were relatively empty, only a few cars driving by, the places that were filled with people were those apartments high in buildings all partying and spending time with their loved ones, cherished ones, the people they hold closest to them.
He hated, hated hated absolutely despised it with every part of his being, arguing with you, the storm clouds were gathering at an alarming quick scale and you haven't returned home, yet. He's worried sick, taking a few more shots before making the sober decision to go find you.
Although, the apartment houses lights shone brightly illuminating the dark sky and vacant city streets as the clouds grew darker and bigger, ot was said that there was going to be heavy rain fall and thunderstorms the entire night and perhaps the following day.
What if you get caught in the downpour? What if you get stuck somewhere and maybe get kidnapped? He trusts you and knows your capabilities, but he's closely familiar with what lurks in the dark at night, what preys on those seem particularly vulnerable in whatever way, what can hurt and destroy a healthy soul...he's seen it all and the last thing he wants if for you to be caught, captured tortured all the while he wait at home, naively and do nothing? Unacceptable.
He'll never forgive himself for this, he needs you, he wants you safely tucked in a blanket with him in the comfort of your room, like you two always did. He wants to be near you, without you he' won't be himself, he won't feel human. Everyone left him, he can't let you go...not when it was a misunderstanding on his part.
Small drops of water started descending from the sky, the soothing sound of rain accompanying your every step, but not when you're practically drenched, but does it matter? Right now... even this place is good enough to clear your mind. Walking towards the iconic bridge in Yokohoma, a few cars passed by splashing you with dirty rain water, you were clearly underdressed for this weather.
All this time, you thought he liked you, he wanted to be with you, but no? A lie? Or have you fallen too deeply for him? Even he knows he has good looks, he knows you like him. Him, and no one else.
Another car passed by, eleventh one? Who knows, no one is counting, getting splashed again and again, today really is a shitty day. The day's grey, the clouds are dark, puddles littered across the road, no one to call at such a late time of day, no ones hand to hold when yours are so cold... no one...
Tears start streaming down your cheeks, mixing with the raincloud's tears. The weather is a perfect replication of the current storm inside your heart. It started to rain heavier, until the droplets started hurting. Feeling a bit lightheaded, sitting down on the railing of the bridge to collect yourself isn't be that bad of an idea, you've already been completely drenched in water, tears and sweat.
A cold chill runs down your back as you sit and admire the wilding waves of the raging river below you, so far down.
He knew where you were, you two would always go for walks there, he knows you and you knew that. He knows your little habits too, he saw you didn't leave with anything to cover yourself, were you that angry with him? He's feeling more guilty now. Rushing through the empty streets on his motorbike, the only thing on his mind, at the moment, was your safety.
Hearing an engine arrive and shut off behind you, the sound was all too familiar. A familiar scent engulfed your senses as you felt two cold hands hug you from behind, pulling you close to himself trying to radiate any warmth he possibly could.
It was a silent plea, "please come home, I'm sorry". Whenever you two got into an argument or misunderstanding this is how he apologized to you. You leaned back into the embrace, letting him pick you up and place you onto the ground, draping his coat over your head as he rubbed your back trying to slow your heartbeat down, before explaining himself and apologizing. Once your sobs slowly subsided, he kept hugging you. The moment he touched you he had his ability on, shielding you and him from the rain.
hard experimenting with my artstyle feat. an attempt at making chuuya look more realistic
Some Bungo Stray Dogs fanart !
More Chuya 'cause I love him ! 😭
♡Chuuya sketch♡
Chuuya playing some guitar 🎸 I think he would have a really pretty singing voice
“It all started when I was fifteen, 1974 I believe. Yes…”
Fic is called Empire of Dirt by arkastadt if you want to check it out! 🫶