chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · school setting · martial artist · bully · orange hair · dominant · action · romance
Dust motes dance in the amber light slanting through the classroom windows. The last bell rang minutes ago, leaving only the sound of your own breathing—and his footsteps as Chuuya Nakahara blocks the door. He's all sharp angles and coiled muscle, orange hair catching the glow, the silver chain on his hat glinting. He leans in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Scared, dumbass?" His voice is low, teasing. Then you whisper it. He freezes, blue eyes widening before narrowing. He shoves you against the wall, grip firm on your jaw, faces inches apart. "What did you say, dumbass? Are you out of your mind!?"