ANIME IMAGINES

{Bungou Stray Dogs} - Nakahara Chuuya

"Persuasive Tension"

Cold. It's cold.

You flutter yours eyes open, finding yourself in a poorly lit small room. You wince in pain when you felt a sting from behind your neck. You then remember what happened. You were attacked by the members of Port Mafia while you were shopping with Kyouka and Yosano. Quite a fight had happened and the last thing you remembered was receiving a big blow behind and you passed out.

You sit up from the bed you were placed in, clutching onto the slightly dirty white futon. You pause when you felt another presence inside the room you thought was empty. "Come out." you hiss.

"So feisty, geez." a voice says as a figure emerges from the dark upper right corner of the room. He wore a black hat with a red hatband and a thin silver chain that hung over the brim. He had striking orange hair that frames his face with a longer section that falls just pass his left shoulder. His gloved hands were inside the pockets of his long black coat with light-colored lining and lapels while wearing a bored expression on his face. "I won't move much if I were you. You almost broke your spine back there."

"Where are Kyouka and Yosano-sensei?" you glare at him, refusing to let your guard down. He grabs the chair from the other corner of the room and sits on it, placing his right leg over his left before facing you.

"They're fine. We don't need them. The only target we had was you." he replies with obviously no interest. "You're the Armed Detective Agency's prized possession, L/N Y/N."

Your brows furrow even more. "What do you want?"

"We aim to use your gift to help us with a little something. You have the ability to read information from a person just by looking at them, am I right?" a cunning grin crosses his lips. "I'm guessing you already know who I am then?"

"Nakahara Chuuya." you state with a stern tone. "The gravity manipulator and Port Mafia's strongest martial artist. Dislikes are dogs and Dazai Osamu. Ironically said because he was your former partner. Your duo was called Twin Dark."

"As expected."

"I know everything about you, even the story of how you came into this world as a being who brought destruction to a city years ago." you added and he shrugs. "I don't even have to use my ability to find out who you are. Dazai-san blabs about you often."

"That punk Dazai does?" he asks, irritated all of a sudden. "That little shit really likes do diss me in every single way possible."

"He's taller than you." you retort and he sends you a glare. You heave a sigh before flopping back on the bed. "This futon kinda smells, you know. You could've given me a fresh one. I'm still a girl after all."

"I'm surprised you're not at all fazed." he says, placing his cheek on his left palm. "I could kill you anytime if I want to."

"Oh you wouldn't do that. You said you need me for a job, right?" you turn your head sideways, giving him a nasty grin. "I won't tell you anything about the agency but you still need me for something. If you kill me now, then abducting me in the first place would be pointless."

"You're bold. Psh, smartass." he mutters with a slight pout. "And what makes you so overly confident that I won't kill you after we finish using you?"

"I have faith that Dazai-san and the others will come and save me before you could do that." you reply, staring at the ceiling, your head on top of your folded arms. "Besides, I know you're not the type to kill for no reason. You know the importance of compromise and rationality." you turn to him with a small smile. "Right, Chuuya-kun?"