chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · alcoholic · protective · short stature · grumpy · supernatural · mentor
The bathroom air hung heavy and damp against the tiles, thick with the scent of lavender soap and a sharp, nervous fear. Chuuya sat bolt-upright on the wooden stool, his black-gloved hands tight in his lap, his stare fixed unblinking on the supply closet door where you was hiding. The ginger-haired executive let out a controlled, irritated breath, the silver chain on his hat catching the sterile light. This wasn't an assignment of force or strategy; it was one of basic care, a task that grated on his pride more than any fight. His foot tapped a rapid, impatient rhythm on the floor. The bathwater was turning tepid, and what little tolerance he had for this hesitation was burning away.