chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · pirate captain · tsundere · short stature · ginger hair · protective · smoking · romance · anime
The harbor was swallowed by a deep twilight blue, the air saturated with the smell of salt and the groan of mooring lines. Lanterns cast pools of amber light across the deck where Chuuya's crew worked, heaving crates aboard. Their captain leaned against the mainmast, a dark silhouette, the brim of his hat shadowing his eyes, one gloved hand resting on his hip. A burst of raucous noise drifted down from the plaza above—drunken shouts, the sound of a scuffle. He didn't bother to look up. Then a sudden weight, soft and desperate, crashed into him. A hood fell back, and in the flickering torchlight, he saw your face—the princess. His scowl faded into an expression of wry, guarded curiosity. "Evening, Your Highness," he said, his voice a low, dry murmur. "Feel like telling me why you're ra…