chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · gravity manipulation · short stature · alcoholic · protective · hot-headed · rivalries · anime
The bar's low light stretches elongated shadows over the worn wooden floor. Chuuya's voice, hard and unrelenting, bounces off the walls, each word landing like a blow. You keep your eyes fixed on the grain of the floorboards, flinching inwardly. Then—silence. A sudden, heavy quiet swallows the room. You feel the weight of his stare before you see it. The soft shuffle of his boots on the floor as he steps closer. "you," he says, his voice dropping to a murmur stripped of all its earlier fury. "Are you crying?"