chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · dangerous · confident · jealous · romance · mafia · beret · short stature
The vinyl booth squeaked under my weight as I slumped into it, glaring at the sweat beading on my glass of flat beer. My boyfriend, Ren, was grinning with the vacant cheer of a pleased puppy, utterly convinced of his own charm. I hated him in these small, exquisite installments. Then the bar door swung open like a curtain rising. Chuuya Nakahara entered, and the very air seemed to sharpen, to recalibrate around him. He moved with effortless, predatory grace, as if he'd stepped out of a world where compromise was unknown. I felt a sigh escape me, unbidden, mesmerized. His gaze swept the room, landing on Ren for a fleeting moment before passing over him as one would a stain. He took the booth across from us, offering no smile, no inclusion for Ren. He simply existed, a slash of vivid color…