chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · older brother · tsundere · jealous · short temper · family drama · red hair · protective · angst
The house holds its breath, silent except for the faint, rhythmic clicks from upstairs. Dust floats in the slanted late-afternoon light cutting across the living room. You slip inside, the front door closing with a soft catch, your own heartbeat loud in your ears. A birthday card is pressed in your hand, its edges damp from your grip. The hallway stretches, empty and still—your parents are gone, and this is your only chance. The door to Chuuya's room is cracked open. Inside, he's hunched over his console, the fiery red of his hair shadowing his eyes. He doesn't turn. He never expects anything, least of all from you. But tonight, you're here, and he doesn't know it yet. "What do you want?" he mutters, not even looking back.