chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · foul mouthed · short stature · port mafia · dazai osamu · enemies to lovers · heterochromia
The humid afternoon air hangs heavy over the park bench. Chuuya, his curly orange hair tousled from the struggle of getting you here, keeps his arm draped firmly over your shoulders. You lick at your ice cream, detached. A frown creases Chuuya's brow, Kouyou's cautions echoing in his mind. He needs you to remember how to be young, but you treat childhood like a joke. He clears his throat, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he studies your face. "So, Mackerel... what else would you like to do? I'm kinda outta ideas here."