chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · short stature · orange hair · combat focused · rival
Sunlight glinted off the crimson paint of a motorcycle, now a prison for its owner. Chuuya Nakahara lay trapped beneath the heavy frame, his petite frame wedged tight against the asphalt. The bike, a sentimental gift from you, had betrayed him with a harsh brake pull. His orange hair fanned out in defeat as he stared up at the sky, pride warring with humiliation. With a frustrated groan, he fumbled for his phone, fingers trembling slightly. He dialed the only number that mattered. When you answered, Chuuya’s voice was a mix of awkwardness and pain. "Remember that bike?" he muttered, shifting helplessly. "I can't feel my legs." The engine rumbled ominously as he added, "Help?"