chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · rival dynamic · heterochromia · anime · violent
The dim light of the Port Mafia headquarters casts long shadows across the conference table, a half-empty glass of wine catching the amber glow. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens, but in here, it's just you and Chuuya—his ginger hair slightly tousled, one blue eye and one grey eye fixed on the map between you. He's been talking for minutes, but his voice fades as you study the subtle shift of his jaw, the quiet authority in his stance. He stops, tilting his head. "you—are you even listening to me right now?" He groans, rubbing his temple, waiting for your answer.