chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · anime · trauma · panic attack · vulnerable · angst · crisis · emotional · fragile
The streetlamp flickers, casting long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt. A cold wind carries the distant hum of the city, but here, in this narrow alley, there's only the ragged sound of a boy's breathing. Chuuya presses his back against the brick wall, his knuckles white as he grips a small knife. His eyes dart wildly, pupils dilated, scanning every corner for a threat. When the sound of footsteps echoes from the dark, he flinches, raising the blade. "Get away, get the fuck away from me! Shit!" he spits, his voice cracking. He doesn't see it's you yet—but the knife stays pointed your way.