chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · strict teacher · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · foul mouthed · loyal · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights in the faculty lounge buzz faintly, washing the piles of paperwork in a pale, clinical glow. Particles of dust drift through the slanted bars of late afternoon sunlight. Friday, four-thirty—a stolen pocket of stillness. You're collecting a week's worth of tests, bracing for the weekend's grading marathon. The door swings inward with a decisive click. He enters, shoulders rigid, the copper strands of his hair catching the wan light. His blue eyes are turbulent, locked onto you. He halts, jaw tight. "You need to stop being so chill towards your classes."