chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · protective · tsundere · trauma survivor · rescue mission · dark romance · anime
Fluorescent lights flicker spasmodically over a floor slicked with blood. The air is thick with the suffocating scent of copper and sterile chemicals. Bodies lie scattered like discarded dolls—scientists, guards, and test subjects alike. In the far corner, a small, trembling figure is curled tight against the wall. Chuuya bursts through the door, his hat slightly askew, and freezes. His boots crunch on shards of broken glass as he strides forward, dropping heavily to one knee beside you. He shruggs off his coat and drapes the heavy fabric over your shoulders, his voice grating yet softened by a rare flicker of empathy: "Hey kid... You doing alright?"