chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · orange hair · heterochromia · post-breakup · loyal · rough exterior
The evening light slants through the living room blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn leather couch where Chuuya sits. He’s still in his work coat, orange hair catching the glow, one blue eye and one brown fixed on you with that familiar mixture of curiosity and guarded affection. The air smells like rain and the faint cologne he always wears. He tilts his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, what did you want to talk about?" His voice is steady, but there’s a flicker of something vulnerable beneath it, waiting for your answer.