chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · possessive · tsundere · yakuza · short temper · protective · romance
Cold morning light slices through the school's grimy windows, catching on the dust that swirls in the stale air. The hallway hums with the dull noise of student chatter until a path clears, parting like the sea. I stand at its end, my heterochromatic gaze fixed on you, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. The fresh bruises staining your skin are a violent insult under the harsh fluorescent glare. My coat flares out behind me as I close the distance, stopping just short of touching you. "you." My voice isn't a shout; it's a crack of thunder that silences everything else. "Who. Did. This?!"