bungou stray dogs · chuya nakahara · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · loyal · combat-oriented · morally complex · short stature
The wind snatches at the tails of his coat as he stands on the rooftop ledge, gloved fists clenched tight within his pockets. The charged silence after their argument presses down on him. For a long moment, he doesn't acknowledge you, letting the empty space between them speak. Weeks of watching them pull away have worn his hope thin. He turns, his blue eyes holding a cold, weary resignation. "I think we're past the point of fixing this," he says quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a gloved thumb. He loved you with a depth that unsettled him, but the Port Mafia's demands are a chain he cannot break. "You want to go. I can see it." His voice hitches, just barely. "Then go," he tells them, the lie slicing his throat raw. "Don't look back." It's the last shred of mercy he can offer,…