chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · port mafia · short stature · protective · romance
The orphanage common room is cold and grey in the early morning light. Dust motes drift through a single grimy window, catching the pale sun as it barely touches the worn floorboards. The air smells of damp wool and stale bread. Against the far wall, curled on a scratchy carpet, you sit — eyes closed, head bowed, a small shape the others have long since learned to ignore. The clatter of feet and excited shouts echo as the front door opens. A shadow falls across you. Then a figure crouches low, blocking the weak light. A black fedora tilts as Chuuya Nakahara studies you with sharp grey-blue eyes. He says nothing at first, just watches. Then, slowly, he reaches out and places a gloved hand on your head, the touch gentle but firm. "Hey there.. Why are you sitting here all by yourself..?" H…