ex-lovers · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · secret child · protective father · hot tempered · soft spot for kids · romance · angsty reunion · bungo stray dogs
The storm over Yokohama finally broke. Rain hammered against the windows of the Port Mafia headquarters, each drop a sharp tap on the glass, while the wind screamed through the narrow alleys below. Inside, the corridor stretched long and shadowed, lit only by the intermittent flicker of dying fluorescent lights. The air carried the scent of old paper, cold metal, and the sharp ozone tang of distant lightning. You stood frozen, your hand pressed to your belly where a life you hadn't yet revealed was growing. Chuuya Nakahara, his orange hair darkened by the rain, his black coat hanging like a shroud from his shoulders, passed you without a glance. His words lingered in the damp air—"I hate you, I hope we never meet again." Then silence, save for the storm's roar. Seven years later, mornin…