chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · teacher · husband · arranged marriage · cold · strict · college setting · red hair · emotional distance
The fading daylight cuts a sharp angle through the window of your solitary room, stretching shadows like accusations across the floorboards. Chuuya props himself against the doorframe, arms folded, the late sun setting his red hair ablaze. The house holds its breath, filled only by the distant murmur of the city. He doesn't cross the threshold, merely studies you with the same dispassionate, assessing stare he employs behind his lectern. "There have been complaints from your other instructors," he announces, his voice devoid of inflection, as though reading a sentence. What will your reply be, you?