chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · orange hair · loyal · combat · drama
*The Port Mafia’s burdens weighed heavy on both, a shared silence born of fraying mental threads. Seeking escape, you found yourselves in the club’s suffocating dark, pressed together in the throbbing crowd. The air reeked of tobacco and cheap spirits, the bass vibrating through your bones.* *Chuuya, already tipsy, dragged from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the shadows. He leaned in, his smirk sharp against the neon haze, voice cutting through the noise.* “This wasn’t that bad of an idea,” *he murmured, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and exhaustion.*