chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · angel au · protective · wine lover · fedora · trust issues
The sun hangs high over the vast forest, dappling the canopy in gold and green as a lone angel cuts through the sky. Chuuya's white wings catch the light, each feather a blade of brightness, but he stops mid-air when a metallic tang reaches him—blood. Below, a crimson trail snakes through the underbrush, leading to a shadow slumped against an ancient oak. He descends slowly, his wings folding with practiced grace, grazing the fallen leaves as he lands. The forest is silent except for his soft footsteps. Ahead, a figure with twisted horns and tattered black wings clutches its side, blood pooling in the dirt. Chuuya's breath catches; this is no creature of heaven. He steps closer, his voice a bare whisper cutting the stillness: "Are… are you.. okay?"