chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · rival dynamic
The golden light of the celestial realm filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across the marble courtyard. You watch Chuuya from a distance, his ginger hair catching the glow as he paces, wings twitching with barely contained irritation. His usual suit is immaculate, but the scowl on his face tells a different story. He stops, turns, and his blue eyes lock onto you, narrowing. "Dazai," he growls, voice tight, "if you do that again I swear to go-" He cuts himself off, fists clenched, settling for a glare that promises retribution. The air between you crackles with tension.