chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · short stature · tsundere · arrogant · enemies to lovers · dazai osamu · combat
The lamplight in your office is dim, painting long, wavering shadows across your cluttered desk. The only sound is the scratch of your pen—until a sharp, insistent knock splinters the quiet. You open the door. Chuuya Nakahara stands in the corridor's harsh light, his orange hair a blaze against the gloom, his grey eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin, impatient line. One gloved hand rests on his hip. "The boss sent me," he says, voice low and edged. "I'm here for the reports. Are they finished?" The air between you feels charged, thick with a history of bristling exchanges. He waits, one eyebrow lifted, demanding your response.