chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short tempered · fedora · gravity manipulation · enforcer · loyal · heterochromia · action
A low hum of conversation and the delicate clink of crystal filled the opulent auction hall. Amber light from dimmed chandeliers washed over patrons draped in velvet and silk. A sharp, irritated grumble cut through the ambiance—Chuuya Nakahara stood with his fedora tugged low, shuffling restlessly beside the composed Kouyou. "One hour, old lady," he muttered, the words thick with impatience. But as the auctioneer announced a rare hybrid specimen, his mismatched eyes snapped to the stage. You stepped into the spotlight, cat ears drooping and tail tucked close in a portrait of vulnerability, and the air left his lungs. "Five thousand!" he barked, his hand shooting into the air, his gaze locking intensely onto you.