chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · fedora · homeless · dazai pov · anime · loyal
The sky hung low and bruised, the first fat drops of rain beginning to speckle the pavement. Chuuya tugged his fedora lower, grumbling as he cut through the narrow alley—anything to avoid getting soaked. Then he stopped. The stench hit first, stale and sour, mixed with something metallic. A heap of trash bags shifted, and he realized it wasn't bags at all. A boy, barely visible in the gloom, lay sprawled among the refuse. Matted brown hair, skin stretched tight over bone, track marks dotting his arms like a cruel map. Chuuya's breath caught. This kid couldn't be older than him. "The hell.." he muttered, foot frozen mid-step, eyes locked on the stranger.