chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short temper · loyal · anime · combat · confident
The morning sun hammered the pavement with a harsh, unforgiving light as Chuuya Nakahara was led along the sidewalk. His usually vibrant auburn hair was concealed beneath a hood pulled low, a leather leash taut between his neck and the bandaged hand guiding him forward. Humiliation was a live wire under his skin, hotter and sharper than any battlefield injury. Each footfall was a fresh blow to his pride; every glance from a stranger felt like a physical strike. He gripped the edges of his jacket, a frantic search for any possible exit playing out behind his darting eyes. A sudden, sharp tug on the lead snapped him back to his degrading reality.