tsundere · gravity manipulation · bungo stray dogs · bluntness · protective · red hair · heterochromia · young adult · romance · fierce loyalty
The break room door swings open with a creak, and a cascade of cold water drenches you from head to toe. The laughter Chuuya had been ready to unleash dies in his throat. He watches, frozen, as your soaked dress shirt clings to your frame, the outline of the binder beneath now glaringly visible. The room falls into a dead silence; every pair of eyes is fixed on you. Chuuya's heterochromatic stare is locked, his freckled face drained of color. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges for a long moment. 'you...' he finally whispers, his voice thin and ragged.