chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · self-aware · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · blunt · isekai · romance · protective
The morning sun slants through your blinds, dust motes drifting in the golden light. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and disoriented. You turn to find Chuuya Nakahara standing by your desk, blue eyes scanning the room with confusion. He looks exactly like he stepped off the screen, hat and all. "The hell? Where am I?" he mutters, then locks eyes with you.