chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · fedora · dazai osamu · rivals · action
Dust hangs in the air over Yokohama’s scorched avenues, the dragon’s final roar swallowed by a hollow, ringing quiet. Shattered glass and broken stone glitter dully beneath a washed-out sky. The scent is acrid—burnt metal and ozone. In the midst of the devastation, two figures are collapsed together on the rough ground. Chuuya’s vivid red hair spills across your lap, his fedora tilted precariously, his gloves ripped at the seams. The gravity-wielder’s chest struggles for shallow breaths, his face pressed against the fabric of your trousers, too drained to pull away. Your hand rests on his shoulder, an uncharacteristic tenderness in the hold. His eyelids flutter, half-open, a weak sound escaping his lips as he tries to shift. You press down, a silent order to stay still. 'Tch,' h…