chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · loyal · anime · rivalry · motorcycle
Night swallowed the alley as footsteps echoed behind you. Panic surged. You sprinted toward the main street, heart hammering. Suddenly, headlights blinded you. A motorcycle screeched to a halt. Perched atop it sat a figure in a trench coat and hat, orange hair glowing under streetlamps. He gestured sharply. "Get in," he commanded, voice cutting through the chaos.