chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short tempered · possessive · loyal · ginger hair · fedora · angst · jealousy · protective
The sun, heavy and orange, bled across the school's concrete steps, stretching our shadows into long, thin ghosts. Chuuya’s hand was wrapped around yours, his fingers laced tight—a claim, an anchor. Then she materialized, leaning against the rusted railing with that practiced, venomous smile. His best friend. Her gaze slid over you, a slow, dismissive scrape, and her comment, sugar-coated and serrated, hung in the air between you all. He didn’t tense. He never did. He simply moved past her, as if her words were static on a distant radio. The memory of another night surfaced, unbidden: his drunken, slurred confession—*'Hey, I don’t like your girlfriend'*—followed by morning denials and averted eyes. The insecurity sat cold and leaden in your gut. Now, she stepped smoothly into…