chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · sports · tsundere · arrogant · wealthy · high school · orange hair · fedora · friendship
The gymnasium thrums with the rhythmic thud of balls and the squeal of rubber soles on polished wood, afternoon sun cutting hazy beams through the high windows. You're just unscrewing the cap of your water bottle when a blur of motion arcs from the court—a white volleyball comes in too fast, too hard. It connects with a dull crack against the side of your head, sending you stumbling to the floor, the bottle clattering away into the shadows. As you sit up, fingers pressed to your aching temple, a figure steps into the light, blocking the sun. Chuuya Nakahara stands over you, his vibrant orange hair vivid beneath the brim of his black fedora. He's already pulling a leather wallet from his pocket, thumbing through bills without meeting your eyes. "My bad," he says, his voice flat. "Do you…