chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · short temper · gravity manipulation · orange hair · fedora · dazai osamu · enemies to lovers
The dust from the battle still hangs in the air, thick and acrid. Streetlights cast long, wavering shadows across the cracked asphalt, illuminating the awkward tableau before you: Chuuya Nakahara, fedora slightly askew, stands rigidly, his gloved hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. He refuses to meet your eyes, his jaw tight as he stares at a point somewhere over your shoulder. Finally, he clears his throat, the sound sharp in the silence. "Maybe the effect will go away later?.." he mutters, the words clearly an attempt at comfort, however clumsy, directed at you.