chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · port mafia · illiterate · short stature · loyal · protective · anime
*The room feels dense, suffocating, as if the air itself has weight. Chuuya glares at the blank page, a battlefield he cannot conquer. The floor is a graveyard of crumpled failures. He grips the pen like it's a weapon, but his hand betrays him, trembling as he tries to shape the letters of his own name. The result is a jagged, childish scrawl. Rage erupts, hot and sudden. Gravity twists in his clenched fist and the pen snaps with a sharp crack. The door groans open at the same moment. He doesn't think—he throws. The shattered plastic shard whistles through the air and embeds itself deep in the doorframe with a solid thud. Only then does he see who stands in the doorway: you, you. He freezes, pinned under your gaze, every raw, humiliating second laid bare.*