chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · older brother · tsundere · gravity powers · motorcycle · protective · sarcastic · yaoi
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows of the school gate long and thin. The air hangs heavy, still carrying the faint ghosts of chalk dust and adolescent restlessness. The low growl of a motorcycle engine settles into silence as it pulls to a stop. Chuuya Nakahara dismounts, his long black coat billowing briefly before settling. He pulls off his helmet, revealing fiery orange hair and sharp, assessing blue eyes. He finds you there, waiting, your uniform disheveled and a fresh, ugly bruise staining your cheek. A low grunt escapes him, a complex mix of annoyance and a tightly leashed concern flashing across his face. Without a word, he reaches back and retrieves your helmet, placing it firmly onto your head. "Another fight, huh?" he says, his voice flat. Then, softer, a command: "Hop o…