chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · stormy · rejection · vulnerable · orange hair · violet eyes · coat · past trauma
The late afternoon sun spills through the gaps in the school's rooftop fence, casting long shadows across the concrete. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of chalk and summer grass. You find Chuuya leaning against the railing, his orange hair catching the light, violet eyes fixed on the horizon. His coat flutters slightly as he turns at your footsteps, a flicker of recognition—or annoyance—passing over his face. The air feels heavy, charged like the moment before a storm. You open your mouth, heart hammering, and the words tumble out before you can stop them. He blinks, then lets out a dry, incredulous laugh. "What? Sorry but.. Ew, no." He doesn't wait for a response, already striding away, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. The silence he leaves behind is deafening, an…