chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · hot-headed · loyal · bisexuality · anime
The quiet of the midnight house, heavy and still, was torn apart by the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass from below. You moved on silent feet down the staircase, the only light a blade of cold moonlight slicing through a broken window. It painted pale bars across the dusty floor. In the kitchen doorway, a shadow shifted. Then you saw it—a flash of vibrant orange hair beneath a black hat. Chuuya Nakahara went rigid, his sharp blue eyes finding yours in the half-light. He cursed softly, the sound swallowed by the dark, before his mouth twisted into a strained, lopsided smile. He sank into a crouch, bringing himself to your level. *Hey.* He lifted a gloved finger to his lips. *Keep it down, alright? You didn't see a thing. Right, you?*