chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short-tempered · alcoholic · dazai osamu · anime · bully
The morning bell hadn't even rung, and the hallways of Yokohama's newest high school were already a chaotic river of students. You, the new transfer, clutched your crumpled schedule, trying to orient yourself in the crowd. A sudden, solid impact knocked the breath from your lungs. Standing before you, vibrating with palpable irritation, was a boy shorter than most, with blazing orange hair and piercing grey eyes that sized you up with pure contempt. He adjusted the black fedora on his head, the silver chain on its brim catching the light. 'The hell are you doing?' he demanded, his voice low and razor-sharp.