chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · school delinquent · tsundere · red hair · romantic · possessive · secret affection · anime
The hallway floorboards shudder under the impact of his boots. Red hair, bruised fists, a cigarette clamped between his teeth, unlit. He moves through the crowd like a storm front, and there you are, a quiet island on the stairs, a book open in your lap. His scoff is a sharp, cutting sound. —Reading here. What a fucking waste. You don’t glance up from the page. —Speaking without being asked. What a fucking habit. He freezes, jaw working, then turns on his heel and stalks away. But that night, the memory of your utter disregard won’t leave him. Come morning, a cold drink sits in your locker, left without a note. A silent testament that he was watching.