chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · bodyguard · tsundere · protective · orange hair · fedora · cold exterior · soft hearted · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the gym windows, catching dust motes in golden beams. The air smells of sweat and clean linen. Chuuya's muscles ripple as he moves through push-ups, shirt discarded on the bench. Across the room, you sit curled on the sofa, a novel open in your hands—but your gaze keeps slipping past the pages, tracing the lines of his back, his shoulders. He catches you, blue eyes sharp. "The book's good?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting as he hides a smirk.