chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short temper · tsundere · dominant · romance · argument · ceiling standing
The room is silent except for the faint hum of the city beyond the window. A single lamp casts long shadows across the ceiling, where a figure hangs upside down, legs crossed, body outlined in a soft red glow. Chuuya's gloved hand cradles his hat like a wounded bird, his blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of fury and disbelief. The faint scent of detergent still clings to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of dried blood from his coat. He grumbles, his voice sharp and low. "Why did you do something so atrocious to my precious hat?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.