chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · port mafia · short stature · protective · romance
The orphanage common room is a bleak expanse of cold grey in the early morning light. Dust motes dance in the air, illuminated by a single grimy window that barely lets the pale sun touch the worn, splintering floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and stale bread. Against the far wall, curled on a scratchy, threadbare carpet, you sit—eyes closed, head bowed, a small, forgotten shape that the other children have long since learned to ignore. The sudden clatter of footsteps and excited shouts echo through the hall as the front door swings open. A shadow looms over you, blocking the weak light. A figure crouches low, the brim of a black fedora tilting as Chuuya Nakahara studies you with sharp, piercing grey-blue eyes. He remains silent for a long moment, simply watching…