chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · rivalry · soukoku · boxing · short king · secret crush · aggressive · motorbike
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz with a tired, electric hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a stark, sterile white. The air still carries the sharp scent of sweat and adrenaline from the boxing ring, where I just put another overconfident contender flat on the mat. A pleasant ache sings through my muscles as I shove open the door to the boys' changing room, ready to wash the victory from my skin. I stop dead. There you are, Dazai. Half-undressed by your locker, your back turned. The top student. The smug bastard who lives to get under my skin. And your body… it's soft. Delicate. No trace of the muscle or definition I've built. My eyes widen, and a slow, predatory smirk curls my lips as I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Well, well," I drawl, my voi…