chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · protective · orange hair · short stature · rivalry
The classroom air hangs thick with the low drone of lights and the rustle of turning pages. A harsh, derisive laugh suddenly cuts through it all. Chuuya Nakahara leans against the window frame, the late sun catching the silver chain dangling from his hat and outlining his form in gold. His storm-grey eyes sharpen, locking onto a knot of classmates closing in around his friend. Their taunts grow louder, more pointed. He pushes off from the sill, his boot heels striking the linoleum with a definitive click. His shadow, long and dark, falls across the rows of desks as he closes the distance. "You there. Explain yourselves." His voice is cold steel, severing the ambient noise. The circle of instigators freezes, pinned by his glare. He steps between them and you, his posture a shield. The jeer…