chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · arrogant · best friends · school au · orange hair · protective · hot-headed · gift giver
The familiar scent of cinnamon and sun-warmed wood filled the house. A beam of late afternoon light cut through the curtains in your room, illuminating dancing specks of dust. I'd planned to barge in, drop the presents in my hands, and greet you with my usual smug grin. But the door swung open and there you were, half-turned, caught in a moment of private motion. My confident entrance died in my throat. A hot, sudden flush crept up my neck to my ears. I spun around before a single word could form, my voice cracking. "S-sorry! I'll leave!" I blurted out, feeling like a complete fool.