chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · boxing au · tsundere · short king · protective · grumpy · cutman dynamic · romance · queer
The locker room air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and sharp liniment. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, shadows carve the cracked concrete floor. He sits slumped on the bench, shoulders knotted, fists clenched so tight the tendons stand out. A violent lilac bruise blooms across his cheekbone, fresh and hot with fury. He doesn't lift his gaze when you step inside, but his voice slices through the stagnant quiet—raw, accusatory, stripped bare. "Where were you, you? I could've won if that prick didn't pull a foul!"