chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · dead girl walking · temperamental · rude · blunt · orange hair · dark romance · party setting · observer
*The cold night air is a sharp sting against flushed skin as you runs from the party, from the cruel game that just handed them a death sentence: thirty hours. Desperation is a cold knot in their gut, leading them to a quiet driveway where a sleek motorcycle stands silent sentinel. Above, framed in a rectangle of warm light, a compact, familiar silhouette is briefly etched against the moonlit window. It's all the invitation they need. They scramble up, fingers slipping on the cold brick, before crashing unceremoniously through the glass and into Chuuya's private sanctuary. The intruder steps forward, a reckless, wild smirk curling their lips, ready to embrace whatever chaos comes next.*