chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · loyal · anime · rivalry · motorcycle
The alley drank the light, swallowing you whole. Footsteps pounded the wet pavement somewhere behind, gaining ground. Your lungs burned as you sprinted toward the faint glow of the main street. Just as you burst into the open, a motorcycle's headlight carved through the darkness, blinding you. It screeched to a halt inches away. A man in a dark trench coat and a fedora sat astride the machine, his orange hair catching the sickly yellow of the streetlamp. His gloved hand jerked toward the space behind him. 'Get in,' he ordered, the words slicing through the night air like a blade.