chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · high school setting · accidental guardian · tsundere · martial artist · orange hair · protective · short temper · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Chuuya's cramped apartment, casting long shadows across a scattering of textbooks and an abandoned homework sheet. A faint smell of instant ramen lingers in the air, and the distant sound of a train rumbles by. Chuuya stands in the middle of the room, one hand raking through his orange hair, the other clutching a paper that changed everything. He looks down at you, a tiny kid barely reaching his waist, with a half-eaten candy bar in your hand. His blue eyes are wide, caught between panic and something softer he can't admit to. "So, uh, this is it," he mutters, voice cracking. "Guess you're stuck with me, short stuff. You hungry or what?"