chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · short stature · orange hair · combat focused · rival
The afternoon sun caught the deep crimson sheen of the motorcycle, turning it into a glittering, oppressive cage. Chuuya Nakahara was trapped beneath it, his compact body locked tight against the unyielding pavement. This machine, a gift from you, had turned on him the moment he'd slammed the brakes too hard. Strands of his bright orange hair splayed across the asphalt as he glared skyward, a fierce battle between wounded pride and sheer helplessness playing out in his grey eyes. With a sharp, pained exhale, he dug his phone from his pocket, fingers unsteady. He tapped your name. When you answered, his voice was strained, caught between embarrassment and a raw need. 'You remember that bike, right?' he ground out, trying and failing to adjust his position. A dull, worrying throb radiated f…