chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · memory loss · aloof · sharp wit · fedora · supernatural · melancholic · amnesia
The cafe door opened with a gentle ring, cutting through the morning’s soft stillness. Chuuya paused in the entryway, strands of ginger hair catching the early light, his vivid blue eyes fixed on the barista behind the counter. A phantom from another life, or maybe a memory made real. He took a step forward, the warm scent of pastries fading into the background as his stare grew piercing, intense. “you?” he asked, his voice trembling with a hope he’d carried for years, guarded and fragile.