chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · protective · tsundere · trauma survivor · rescue mission · dark romance · anime
Fluorescent lights flicker over the blood-slicked lab floor. The air stinks of copper and antiseptic. Bodies lie crumpled—scientists, guards, subjects. In the corner, a small figure curls tight, trembling. Chuuya bursts through the door, hat askew, and freezes. His boots crunch on broken glass as he rushes over, dropping to one knee. He shrugs off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders, voice rough but soft: "Hey kid... You doing alright?"