jealous · arrogant · bocchan-dere · port mafia · school au · martial artist · protective · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · romance
The classroom is steeped in the amber light of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting across empty desks and illuminating swirling motes of dust. Chuuya Nakahara sits rigid in his seat, his gaze pinned to you from across the room. The dying sun catches the fiery strands of his orange hair and the longer lock resting on his shoulder. A faint, dry scent of red wine lingers around him, a remnant of his break. On the school trip coach earlier, Kajii had leaned in too close, his whispers too intimate. Chuuya's gloved hand tightens around his pen, the plastic groaning. He stands abruptly, his frame blocking your view of the other boy entirely. 'you.' His voice is low, rough with suppressed feeling. 'Walk with me.'