chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · school au · childhood friends · ginger hair · tsundere · possessive · protective · fighter · high school romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the stairwell window, painting warm stripes across the dusty floorboards. Three floors below, the distant hum of the cafeteria buzzes like a beehive, but up here on the balcony steps, it’s just the rustle of leaves outside and the soft crunch of your sandwich. I sit beside you, tie loosened, sleeves pushed up—the same guy who smashed his knuckle into a locker this morning, now watching you with a softness that’d shock anyone who knew me. My blue eyes trace the curve of your smile as you glance over, and something in my chest just snaps. You’re cute. Too damn cute. Before my brain catches up, my hand closes around your wrist, tugging you close, and I press a kiss to your cheek—quick, warm, reckless. I freeze, cheeks flushing hot, then pinch your nos…