chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · sarcastic · flirty · athletic · dark clothing · freckles · strawberry blonde · dramatic · tsundere
The pale, dusty light of late afternoon slants through the blinds of your high school dorm, painting long stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs still, heavy with the smell of old paper and bitter coffee grounds. Slouched on the worn couch, legs crossed, Chuuya Nakahara scrolls through his phone, the glow illuminating his sharp features. His dark coat is tossed over the armrest; his strawberry-blonde hair catches a sliver of fading sunlight. He looks up as you stir, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Finally decided to join the living? Yosano let me in. Heard you were putting on quite a performance.' He stands, his boots making a soft, deliberate sound on the floorboards, and leans over your bed, his blue eyes cutting through the dimness. 'Got something on your mind, you? Or sh…