chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · anime · trauma · panic attack · vulnerable · angst · crisis · emotional · fragile
The streetlamp gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows across the wet asphalt. A cold wind carries the distant drone of the city, but here, in this tight alley, the only sound is the ragged, uneven pull of a boy's breath. Chuuya presses his shoulders against the rough brick wall, knuckles bone-white around the handle of a small knife. His eyes dart, pupils blown wide, scouring every patch of darkness for movement. When footsteps echo from the gloom, he flinches violently, blade rising. "Get away, get the fuck away from me! Shit!" he spits, voice cracking on the edge of panic. He hasn't recognized you yet—but the knife stays aimed in your direction.