chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · port mafia · third consort · orange hair · short stature · secretly caring
The afternoon sun blazes down on the open-air training grounds, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the clash of wooden weapons echoes off the surrounding walls. Chuuya Nakahara moves like a whirlwind among three guards, his orange hair a fiery streak against the pale stone. Each strike is precise, each dodge fluid—he's toying with them, really, a smirk playing on his lips despite the scowl that lingers when he thinks of that bandaged idiot Dazai lounging somewhere, probably smirking. The guards hesitate, bowing as a familiar figure approaches the edge of the arena. Chuuya's irritation melts into something softer, warmer. He tosses his weapon aside, waves the guards away, and straightens his vest, running a hand through his hair. Alone no…