chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · anger issues · gay · rivalry · high school · short temper · fedora
The fluorescent light buzzed a sickly white over the school bathroom's cracked tile floor. A faucet dripped, the sound echoing in the tense quiet. We were locked in a standoff, my fist twisted in his collar, his grip tight on my shirt, frozen the moment the teacher's silhouette darkened the doorway. Chuuya's eyes went wide, a flush of panic and anger rising hot under his skin. "What the hell are you staring at?" he snarled, but he didn't let go. Your move, you.