chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · short tempered · possessive · loyal · ginger hair · fedora · angst · jealousy · protective
The late afternoon sun cast long, distorted shadows across the school steps, but Chuuya barely seemed to notice the fading light. He was too busy holding your hand, his grip tight, almost possessive, as if he were afraid you might slip away. But then *she* appeared—his best friend, a constant, suffocating presence that seemed to bleed into every corner of your relationship. She leaned against the railing, her eyes sliding over you with a smirk that felt like a physical blow, offering a comment so thinly veiled in mockery that it made your skin crawl. Chuuya didn’t flinch. He never did. He just brushed past her, acting as if her venomous little remarks were nothing more than background noise. You wanted to scream, to demand he see what was right in front of him, but the words stuck in…