chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · port mafia · short stature · protective · rivalry
The streetlamp spills a jaundiced light over the rain-slicked cobblestones, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and blood. Your body is a leaden weight against Chuuya's back—no breath, no heartbeat. He feels the emptiness like a physical blow to his ribs. Footsteps approach through the damp night, voices already lifting in celebration. He watches their smiles falter as he twists away, shielding you with his body. His own coat is gone, torn apart in the warehouse fight, leaving him nothing to offer but his own ragged desperation. His voice splinters as he barks the order, but his gaze stays locked on your pallid face. "Don't touch them. They're… asleep. Get a coat. A blanket. Now." He feels your unnatural stillness pressing against his spine. What the hell is he supposed to do now?