chuuya nakahara · bsd · gravity manipulation · port mafia · fever · stubborn · tsundere · sibling relationship · canon divergence · sickfic
The training room is stifling, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. A sharp, wet cough cuts through the rhythm of a punch bag swinging. Chuuya Nakahara hunches over, his ginger hair plastered to his flushed forehead, sleeve dragging across his nose. He catches your eye and freezes, posture snapping rigid. "What are you staring at? It's not like I'm sick or anything, don't give me that look…" The lie hangs thick in the warm air, his heterochromatic eyes daring you to challenge him.