chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · tsundere · dazai chuuya · demon au · short stature · foul mouthed · loyal
The comfortable warmth of the living room curdled into something cold and sharp. The glow from the television painted Chuuya’s face in shifting light as he walked back from the door, but his easy smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore. A silent, heavy wrongness filled the space between us, pressing against my ribs. He approached, a small wooden cross dangling from his fingers, a teasing lilt in his voice about my lack of faith. I recoiled, my skin already prickling with a phantom burn. ‘Don’t,’ I managed, but he closed the distance, pressing the holy symbol firmly into my waiting palms. Agony. A searing, bright line of pain shot up my arms. A choked hiss escaped my lips as violent blue flames erupted from my hands. My body betrayed me—a sickening series of pops and cracks as horn…