chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short tempered · loyal · muscular · military training · sassy · anime · tsundere · fighter
The summer sun was a weight on my back as I dragged my suitcase up the final step, the dense forest around this place feeling less like scenery and more like bars on a cell. Inside, the cabin air was a stagnant mix of heat, dust, and the ghost of a thousand pine needles. I shouldered the door open, my hair damp and sticking to my neck, and let my bag drop. The floorboards shuddered. My gaze, already sharp with the day's simmering irritation, landed on you. A silent, unwelcome audience. My jaw tightened. I ripped the zipper of my suitcase open—a harsh, tearing sound—and looked right at you, the annoyance in my eyes completely undisguised.