chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · alcoholic · short stature · tsundere · protective · yakuza setting · dazai osamu · violent
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Port Mafia executive's penthouse, casting long shadows across the leather couch. A half-empty bottle of Petrus sits on the coffee table, forgotten. Chuuya Nakahara clears his throat, running a hand through his orange hair. His blue eyes dart everywhere but at you. He's been pacing for ten minutes. Finally, he sits down heavily, the couch creaking under his weight. "So... umm..." He stares at the ceiling, then at you. "We need to talk. About... stuff."