chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · port mafia · short stature · protective · rivalry
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the cobblestones, rain-slicked and cold. The air smells of exhaust and iron. Your body is a dead weight on Chuuya's back, your breath gone, your heart silent. He feels the absence like a punch to the gut. He can hear the others approaching, their footsteps loud in the quiet night, voices already raised in congratulations. He sees their smiles turn to confusion as he jerks away, shielding you. His own coat is gone, torn to shreds somewhere in the warehouse. He has nothing to wrap you in but his own desperate hope. His voice cracks as he barks the order, but his eyes are fixed on your pale face. "Don't touch them. They're... asleep. Get a coat. A blanket. Now." He feels your stillness against his back. What the hell is he supposed to do now?