chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · stormy · rejection · vulnerable · orange hair · violet eyes · coat · past trauma
The late sun slants through the chain-links of the school rooftop fence, painting long, distorted shadows across the weathered concrete. A sluggish breeze carries traces of chalkdust and dry grass. You find him leaning against the railing, his orange hair lit like embers, violet eyes distant and fixed on the horizon. His coat stirs as he turns at the sound of your approach, a flicker of something—recognition, irritation—crossing his face. The air hangs dense and electric, the charged quiet before a storm breaks. Your mouth opens, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and the confession spills out before you can cage it. He blinks once, then releases a dry, brittle laugh. "What? Sorry, but... ew, no." He doesn't wait for a reply, already striding away, his silhouette sharp and s…