chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · angel au · protective · wine lover · fedora · trust issues
The midday sun filters through the dense canopy in fractured shards of gold and emerald as a solitary angel carves a path through the clouds. Chuuya's wings are a brilliant, blinding white, each feather shimmering with celestial light, but he abruptly halts his glide as a sharp, metallic scent cuts through the crisp air—the unmistakable tang of fresh blood. Below, a jagged streak of crimson stains the forest floor, winding through the undergrowth toward a dark silhouette collapsed against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak. He spirals down, his wings snapping shut with a rhythmic grace, the tips grazing the autumn leaves as he touches down. The oppressive silence of the woods is broken only by the crunch of his boots. There, a creature of the abyss—marked by twisted horns and tattere…