nakahara chuuya, 15 and carefree, but cocky. walked in a relaxed and confident way through a somewhat dangerous alleyway, he’s heard things about this area. apparently there had been a shit load of murderers, but he’s strong enough that it’s the least thing he’s worried about at the moment. his mind wandered about what he should do to maintain the reputation of the sheep.

he slumped back against the rocky wall, his hands in his pockets. his dull green jacket making him quite hot since it had been a bit sunny out today. but he didn’t think of taking it off, chuuya liked his jacket. liked it enough to keep it on even in hot weather.