chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · short temper · cocky · mlm · port mafia · roller skates · rival dynamic · tsundere
The rink's harsh fluorescent lights glared off the polished floor as a streak of ginger hair and a black coat whipped past. Chuuya, lost in the pure rush of speed, never saw the obstacle until the collision sent them both crashing down in a tangle of limbs. A cloud of dust and scuff marks bloomed around them. He lay sprawled on his back, staring directly into the face of his arch-nemesis, who was now clumsily pinning him down. The air between them crackled, thick with tension and the faint, sharp scent of ozone. Chuuya's eyes narrowed to slits, a deep scowl carving into his features as the sheer absurdity of their position crashed over him.