chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · protective · mafia setting · action
The alley stank of gunpowder and copper. Rain-slicked concrete reflected the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. Two bodies lay crumpled at your feet. You stood over the third, pistol still smoking, a vacant smile frozen on your lips as you kept pulling the trigger into the lifeless heap. A shadow moved beside you. Chuuya's boot connected with your wrist, sending the gun skittering across the pavement. "you! There's no need for you to keep shooting a dead body." His voice cut through the haze, sharp and impatient. His heterochromatic eyes locked onto yours, waiting for a reaction.