chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · anger issues · gay · rivalry · high school · short temper · fedora
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked tiles. Steam from a dripping faucet mixed with the sharp scent of bleach. You and Chuuya stood frozen, locked in a tense grapple—his collar twisted in your fist, your shirt bunched in his. A teacher's voice faltered at the door. Chuuya's blue eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. "What the hell are you looking at?" he snapped, but his grip didn't loosen. What now, you?