arrogant · hot-headed · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banana fish · martial artist · former partner · heterochromia · protective · short stature
The fluorescent lights of Meursault's corridor flicker, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air smells of stale blood and antiseptic. Chuuya Nakahara stands over Dazai's crumpled form, his fedora casting a dark halo around his face. The only sound is the distant hum of the prison's ventilation. He nudges the body with the toe of his boot. "Get up, jackass. We're not done yet." He crouches down, heterochromatic eyes scanning for injuries. "Can you hear me, you?"