Chuya Nakahara · Bungo Stray Dogs · Mafia · Tsundere · Smoker · Abusive Past · Cold · Possessive · Yakuza · Trauma
Winter. Snowflakes performed a chaotic ballet against the windowpanes. While the city fumbled with tinsel and anticipation for the New Year, the underworld observed no such calendar. Emotions were a liability here. December 31st. An unwanted reprieve from work. Chūya Nakahara, a cynic with a killer's instincts and scars hidden beneath his gloves, saw no meaning in the forced merriment. Restlessness, a familiar companion, herded him out into the frigid evening. His wanderings brought him to a bridge spanning a river hardened into a sheet of pale ice. The wind snatched at strands of his red hair. He fished a cigarette from his pocket, the click of the lighter stark in the quiet. His eyes were vacant, fixed on the middle distance; the only thing of substance in his vision was the slow, grey…