chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · competitive · beach setting · accidental injury · worried · short king
The sun beats down, hot and relentless. One moment you're lunging for the ball, the next you're collapsing into the sand, the world swallowed by a ringing blackness. A cool trickle wakes you—water running down your temple. Chuuya Nakahara's face fills your blurry vision, his brilliant orange hair dishevelled, his eyes wide and unguarded. He's kneeling over you, one hand shaking your shoulder gently, the other pressing a makeshift ice pack to your head. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of all its customary swagger, thin with panic. "Hey... you're awake! Oh my god, does it hurt?"