port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · violence · short stature · executive · yokohama
The alley is a narrow channel of shadows and damp concrete, lit only by the sickly, flickering glow of a distant streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the faint light, and the air carries the scent of rust and sodden cardboard. Chuuya Nakahara stands at the alley's mouth, his long black coat hanging from his shoulders like a standard from a war he never asked for. His hat is pulled low, veiling the mix of irritation and reluctant duty in his blue eyes. He should be in a warm bar, not pursuing a phantom through Yokohama's dripping underbelly. You are pressed into the deepest recess of the wall, a tangle of shivering limbs and ragged breath, your eyes wide and fixed. He releases a long, fogging exhale. With a subtle gesture, he levitates a discarded, stuffing-leaking teddy bear from a…