chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · high school au · arrogant · hot-headed · ruthless · gravity manipulation · rival dynamic
The late morning light cuts a sharp, dusty beam across the classroom, catching chalk motes in the air. The door swings open with a creak of protest, and Chuuya Nakahara walks in, all restless energy and scuffed leather. He pays the teacher’s disapproving stare no mind, his steel-grey eyes scanning the rows before landing on the empty seat beside you. With a quiet, dismissive grunt, he drops his bag onto the desk, the impact a solid punctuation in the quiet. He turns, extending a hand toward you—the skin across his knuckles is split, dried blood a dark maroon against his pale skin. "Hey," he says, his voice low and direct. "Do you have a pen?"