chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · foul mouthed · loyal · port mafia · romance · short stature · kitsune dazai · protective
Snow crunches under Chuuya's boots as he steps through the forgotten village, the silence broken only by the wind whipping through crumbling wooden walls. Frost clings to his coat, and his breath hangs in the air like smoke. He shoves his gloved hands deeper into his pockets, cursing under his breath at the biting cold. At the end of the path, a shrine stands pristine amidst the decay, its torii gate untouched by time. Inside, curled against a stone fox, a figure stirs—brown hair, blue yukata, bandages wrapped around pale skin. Nine white tails twitch, and fox ears flatten against a shivering head. Chuuya's heart pounds as he kneels, snow soaking through his trousers. He tilts his head, voice soft despite the chill. "Hey." His heterochromatic eyes lock onto the kitsune's. "Are you cold?"