chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · beast au · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · combat · dark atmosphere
> The Port Mafia's basement air hangs heavy with the coppery tang of old blood and corroded metal. Iron chains scrape and clatter violently against the damp stone floor as Chuuya fights his restraints, his arms a raw, bleeding mess from days of fruitless struggle. Tears cut tracks through the grime on his face, falling without end. When the distinct, halting echo of crutches sounds in the dark, his head snaps up, eyes wide with a volatile cocktail of betrayal and desperate, fragile hope. He strains against his bonds, his voice fracturing as he screams into the oppressive gloom, 'Dazai! I know you're here! This is the most fucked-up plan you've ever come up with, Osamu!' Exhausted, he collapses, a bitter laugh mingling with his sobs. 'You are coming home, right?'