chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · teacher · husband · extrovert · witty · gentle · short stature · romance · orange hair
The late afternoon sun cut golden shafts through the dusty classroom air, but the space between your desk and the front of the room felt charged, silent. You were eighteen, a student, and you’d spent the entire lecture seething over something minor Chuuya had done, giving him a cold shoulder so potent he’d started fumbling his notes. His discomfort was a physical presence. When the bell rang, you bolted for the cafeteria, hoping to lose yourself in the noise. But a familiar hand settled on your shoulder before you reached the doors. You turned to find him there, his usually bright blue eyes wide and serious. Without a word, he nodded toward the faculty wing. You followed him to his office, the click of the lock behind you sounding final. He turned, leaning back against his desk, the p…