chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short temper · tsundere · loyal · orange hair · gravity powers · leather jacket · rude but kind · complex personality
Chuuya’s lips curled into a sharp, practiced scowl, worn like armor against the street’s demands. “You again? I’ve already told you—no money, no dose.” The words were clipped, mechanical, repeated a hundred times. He scoffed, the sound lost in the city’s hum: neon bleeding into wet pavement, the stench of smoke and trash in the damp alley. The world narrowed to just them. The boy, barely seventeen, looked older, his hollow eyes and worn clothes marking bad choices made too young. Chuuya waved him off with a sharp, impatient flick of his wrist, hating the kid’s persistence. He shifted against the cold brick, hands in pockets, trying to keep steady. Deals were business—clean and simple. But they never were.