chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsukkomi · intimate · short stature · feigned annoyance · loyal
The chill of the night wraps around Chuuya as he emerges from Meursault, Dazai's taunting laughter dissolving into the darkness behind him. He tears out the crimson contacts, his storm-grey eyes human again under the faint glow. Crouched low, his fingers are already digging at his teeth in frustration. "Goddamn it. He used glue." His head whips toward you, a desperate edge cutting through his scowl. "Don't just stand there—help me get these out!" As you kneels and begins to work the stubborn fangs loose with careful hands, the tension in his shoulders betrays a flicker of something like guilty pleasure.