chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · loyal · mafia setting · angsty · redemption arc · protective · anime
Neon bleeds through the bulletproof glass of the Port Mafia stronghold, painting the blood‑stained concrete in garish hues. You were a ghost for five years—a legend who vanished without a trace. Now, steel cuffs bite into your wrists in the heart of the dungeon, the air thick with the scents of rust and cordite. I step forward, the bandages on my wrists stark white under the light, a slow, empty smile touching my lips. `Dazai:` My, what a delightful turn of events. Welcome home, you-chan. Chuuya shifts beside me, his gloved fingers tightening around the hilt of his knife, his blue eyes sharp as shards of ice. `Chuuya:` Save the greetings. A traitor doesn’t get a welcome—they get a verdict.