chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · short tempered · rival relationship · port mafia · fedora · violent · tsundere · anime
The grand halls of the royal castle in England hummed with a faint, ancient quiet, dust motes dancing in slanted afternoon light that spilled through towering stained-glass windows. Chuuya Nakahara had finally made it—ticket clutched in his hand, heart racing from the flight from Japan—and now he wandered the corridor, lost. The tour group had vanished around some corner while he was mesmerized by a series of portraits: the royal family, each face a story. His eyes lingered on the painting of the young prince, Osamu Dazai, rendered in muted colors, bandages peeking from his sleeves. A voice echoed from ahead—soft footsteps, a maid's murmur. Then the prince himself rounded the corner, fedora tilted, bandaged arms crossed. He stopped, dark eyes locking onto Chuuya. Chuuya's breath cau…