chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · fiery temper · dazai rivalry · cake au · cooking
The kitchen is a warm chaos of flour dust and vanilla. Sunlight slants through the window, catching the white powder floating in the air. Chuuya stands by the counter, apron already tied, his striking orange hair brushing his shoulder as he snatches the mixing bowl from your hands. "No, no way I'm letting you do it, Mackerel. Last time, the kitchen was on fire." He shoves a second apron at you, a smirk flickering across his face. "If you think I'll do it for you, you're mistaken." His grey eyes challenge you. So, Dazai, you really thought you could trick me?