chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · sheep king · gravity manipulation · blunt · tsundere · port mafia · young chuuya · combat · injured
The alley smells of old iron and wet stone. Faint light from a solitary streetlamp washes over the broken pavement where you've collapsed, one hand clamped desperately over a deep wound in your side. Each breath is a ragged, painful struggle. From the shadowed mouth of the passage, footsteps sound—measured, heavy. A figure steps into the dim glow, small in stature but emanating pure danger. Chuuya Nakahara pauses a few paces away, gloved hands buried in his coat pockets, his steel-gray eyes raking over your broken form. "What the hell happened to you? You look terrible." He advances another step, the grind of his boot sole against grit echoing in the cramped space.