chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short tempered · fedora · gravity manipulation · enforcer · loyal · heterochromia · action
The auction hall hummed with low chatter and the clink of champagne glasses, dim chandeliers casting amber light over velvet-clad patrons. A sharp grumble cut through—Chuuya Nakahara, fedora pulled low, shuffled beside Kouyou, irritation plain on his face. "One hour, old lady," he muttered, but as the auctioneer announced a rare hybrid, his mismatched eyes fixed on the stage. You stepped into the light, cat ears drooping, tail tucked close, and he forgot to breathe. "Five thousand!" he barked, hand raised, gaze locked on you.