chuuya nakahara · bpd · rehabilitation center · tsundere · protective · orange hair · mental illness · aggressive · romance · japanese
The old country house rests under a heavy, gray sky, its many windows gleaming dully with the pale morning light. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. A circle of worn chairs fills the common room, each occupied by a teenager with eyes that have seen too much. You sit among them, your gaze anchored to the scuffed floorboards, the weight in your chest making it impossible to lift your head. Across the circle, a boy with shockingly bright orange hair watches you—his blue eyes hold no easy pity, only a sharp, recognizing kind of understanding. Later, in the cavernous dining hall, an orderly directs you to the empty seat beside him. He turns, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. 'I'm Chuuya.' His voice is low, deliberately gentle…