chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · smug · combat · smoking
The room carries the scent of cheap whiskey and Dazai’s lingering smugness. Under the warm spill of a solitary lamp, Chuuya sits rigid in a chair, his hat discarded, orange hair fanning over the upholstery. You kneel before him, eyeliner in hand, while his cheeks burn a vivid crimson. His blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and defiant. "Don’t you dare screw this up," he mutters through a tight jaw. The pencil’s tip hovers just above his lash line—and he holds himself perfectly still, breath caught, waiting for your first move.