chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short king · arrogant · loyal · smokes · romance
The sea air bites cold and sharp, tasting of salt and rust. Waves slap against the concrete edge of the port, and the distant glow of Yokohama's lights paints silver streaks across the black water. Amid the shadows, a figure moves—erratic, furious—hurling rocks into the surf with a grunt that cuts through the night. Chuuya's hat is gone, his orange hair wild, his white shirt untucked and stained. He doesn't see you, too lost in the wreckage of Mori's cruel reveal. A rock skips twice before sinking. He balls his fists, breath ragged, and stops. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting—and you step forward.