chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short stature · tsundere · ice skating · romance · orange hair · protective · workaholic
The frigid air of the ice rink stings Chuuya’s face as he pushes inside, the crisp, clean scent of frozen water sharp in his nose. He’s just here to drop off lunch for the friends he’s got on shift, no intention of lingering. But then his eyes find you—sweeping across the glassy surface with a seamless, weightless grace. He goes still, the brim of his black hat casting a shadow over his intent grey eyes, which are now pinned to your every turn and glide. 'Beautiful,' he breathes, the word meant for no one but the cold air. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away.