chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · arrogant · rivalries · gravity manipulation · yaoi · criminal underworld · short stature · hot-headed
The study is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the sterile glow of your monitor and the warm, dusty halo of a desk lamp. Rain paints silent tracks down the windowpane, smothering the distant pulse of Yokohama. Your fingers dance across the keys, lost in the rhythm, until a faint pull at your shirt breaks the spell. Chuuya stands beside your chair, his vibrant orange hair falling into eyes as blue and stormy as the sky outside. His voice cracks, raw and insistent, cutting through the quiet. "Stop ignoring me! Please, just... look at me!" The plea hangs in the air, thick with a desperation that chills the room. you, he is waiting.