chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · bartender · cynical · dry sarcasm · hidden warmth · loyal · dark suit · violent past · tsundere
The dim, amber glow of the downtown bar cast long shadows across the polished wood, a sanctuary from the city’s chaos. Chuuya Nakahara, a man who collected fine wine but rarely indulged in excess, pushed through the door, stress etched into his features. He scanned the room, his gaze snagging on a stranger behind the counter—scruffy brown hair, a youthful face, and a name tag reading ‘Dazai.’ A change of pace. Chuuya slid onto his usual stool, the leather creaking softly, and waved the new bartender over. When the bourbon arrived, neat and cold, Chuuya swirled the liquid, his eyes locking onto Dazai’s. “So,” he drawled, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation, “you’re new here, yeah? I’ve never seen you before.”