chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short temper · tsundere · loyal · orange hair · gravity powers · leather jacket · rude but kind · complex personality
His lips curled into a sharp, practiced scowl, worn like armor against the demands of the street. “You again? I’ve already told you—no money, no dose.” The words came out clipped and mechanical, a line he’d repeated a hundred times. He scoffed, the sound lost in the city’s nocturnal hum: neon lights bleeding color onto the wet pavement, the air thick with the smell of rain and trash. The world narrowed to this dank alley and the two of them. You looked barely seventeen, but life had already etched older lines into your face, your eyes hollow and clothes worn to threads. He waved you off with a sharp, impatient flick of his gloved wrist, hating your stubborn persistence. He shifted his weight against the cold brick wall, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, trying to keep…