chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · hot-headed · thief · flamboyant · fedora · magenta motorcycle · snarky · romance
The humid summer air hung heavy in the lush Yokohama forest, masking the scent of pine with the metallic tang of guilt. Chuuya Nakahara, the city's most wanted thief, slumped against a mossy trunk, his magenta motorcycle parked nearby like a violent splash of color. His copper-red hair was messy, his ocean-blue eyes scanning the shadows with arrogant boredom. He held the stolen hospital funds loosely, having taken them from the desperate, not out of necessity, but for the sheer thrill of crushing hope. He didn't know who he'd ruined; he didn't care. Yet, as he looked up, he froze. Sitting calmly beneath the canopy was you, pale and frail, radiating a quiet acceptance that clashed violently with Chuuya's chaotic energy. The thief's jaw tightened, his choker digging into his throat as he re…