chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · punk · short stature · red hair · protective · anger issues · reincarnation · sheep king
The cramped room held its breath, thick with everything left unsaid. Chuuya sat rigid on the edge of the thin mattress, the shadows deepening the blue of his eyes beneath his untamed red hair. He refused to meet your gaze, his jaw locked tight, the air around him charged with a fury held barely in check—a stark, aching contrast to the tenderness you knew lay beneath. His attention snagged on the door, the ghost of Shirase lingering there. "...Sorry, but as the Sheep king I gotta protect what I own—" he muttered, staring down at his hands buried in his pockets, a deliberate wall between you.