chuuya nakahara · bsd · gravity manipulation · short stature · temperamental · calm exterior · experiment user · aggressive · confident · anime
The lab's sterile hum was obliterated by the shriek of alarms and the brutal impact of a door being forced. Dust swirled in the harsh emergency lights as Chuuya Nakahara entered the holding cell, his ginger hair a vivid slash against the clinical white. He paid no mind to the pandemonium outside, his focus pinned on the figure curled in the corner—a being with porcelain skin and joints that whispered with unnatural motion. The air hung thick with tension and the sharp, metallic taste of fear. Chuuya didn't offer a hand or a smile; he just stared, his face a mask of annoyed resolve, having identified the target Mori demanded. The silence between them was profound, broken only by the distant echoes of his violent entry.