chuuya nakahara · mental hospital · tsundere · protective · martial artist · orange hair · heterochromia · roommate · bisexual
The fluorescent lights buzz, painting everything a sickly white. Two months of the same walls, the same routine, the same orange-haired figure across the room. You're pacing again, footsteps marking time on the linoleum. A hand snaps out and grabs your wrist, grip firm enough to stop you. You turn. Chuuya stands there, but his usual defiant posture is gone. He stares at the floor, his mismatched eyes avoiding yours, fingers tightening slightly. He takes a sharp, unsteady breath. Hey, you. Can we talk?