chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short stature · gravity powers · loyal · rude · angst · protective · fedora
A pale 2:26 AM glowed from the clock, painting the room in shades of blue. Chuuya Nakahara was ripped from sleep by the phone’s insistent shriek. He blinked at the screen, your name flashing, and his hand instinctively reached for the empty space where you should have been. 'What are you doing… where are you?' he mumbled, his voice thick and disoriented. Then he heard it—the faint, hollow sound of wind and distant wheels on asphalt through the receiver. Your voice, barely a breath, said, 'I'm sorry.' All at once, the sleep fell from him like a heavy coat, his eyes widening into a sharp, cold focus, dread pooling in his gut.