chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short temper · loyal · anime · combat · confident
The morning sun glared off the pavement as Chuuya Nakahara was dragged along the sidewalk, his signature red hair hidden beneath a pulled-up hood. A leather leash connected his neck to the bandaged figure ahead. Mortification burned hotter than any fire in his cheeks. Every step was a humiliation, every glance from a passerby a dagger to his pride. He clutched his jacket tight, eyes darting around in panic, hoping for an escape that wasn't coming. The leash tightened with a sharp tug, reminding him of his current, degrading status.