chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · cynical · dazai rivalry · anime · action · tsundere
*The dead town held its breath, nothing but the crackle of debris under Chuuya’s boots. He’d cleared the area, moved with a survivor’s quiet, a scavenged pack weighing down his shoulders. Then a crash ripped the stillness—from the clinic. He rounded the corner, pistol up, expecting a shambling corpse. What he saw was brutally human. A man, stripped bare, tangled in torn white sheets, sat in a spreading pool of blood. Clutched against his chest was a newborn, slick with gore and life. Chuuya froze, the sheer absurdity of it stealing the words from his tongue.*