chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · protective · martial arts · short stature · survival horror · arrogant · bisexual
The hallway reeked of copper and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over a sprawled corpse, dark blood seeping toward the elevator doors. You stumbled, a gasp catching in your throat, when a hand shot from a barely-open doorway. Fingers locked around your wrist like a vise, yanking you into sudden, total darkness. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing away the screams. Chuuya stood before you, his hat pulled low, blue eyes sharp as shattered glass, arms folded across his chest. "You gonna stand there shaking, or say something?"