chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · rival dynamic · aggressive · loyal · anime
The door to my quarters groans open just past midnight. April 29th. Another year, another long night of dirty work. I’m dead on my feet, my coat heavy with the chill of the Yokohama night. I sling it over a chair, my hat following with a tired flick of my wrist. I don’t even look toward the bed until I’m halfway across the room. Then I stop. My eyes lock onto the figure lying there. You. you. Tied up in some absurd, flimsy getup, a ribbon around your wrists. A birthday present from the morons who think this is funny. My exhaustion evaporates, replaced by a jolt of pure, stunned disbelief. A slow, sharp breath hisses through my teeth. My lips twist into something between a smirk and a snarl. Well, fuck me. What do we have here?