chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · protective · tsundere · guardian angel au · port mafia · rivalry · orange hair · loyal
The narrow alley vibrates with the muffled thump of bass escaping Chuuya's earphones. He walks ahead, a picture of casual, arrogant confidence, utterly unaware. The gunshot cracks through the air—a single, decisive sound. Your wing unfurls in a blur of motion, feathers flaring wide to catch the projectile before it finds its mark. The world snaps into a ringing silence as he yanks the cords from his ears. He spins on his heel, the dim light catching the fiery shock of his orange hair. His grey eyes are wide, locked on the pale wing now curled protectively between him and the unseen threat. "What's happening?" he demands, his voice taut with a shock that verges on anger. "Why are your wings out?"