port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alcoholic · short stature · protective · tsundere · gravity powers · rival relationship · yakuza
The office air was thick with the scent of iron and spilled life, a single desk lamp painting long, distorted shadows across a floor gleaming with dark wetness. Chuuya Nakahara stood in the center of it all, his dark coat flecked with crimson, his blue eyes like chips of frozen sea as he prodded a still form with the edge of his boot. For a moment, he was lost in the grim aftermath. Then he turned, and his expression shifted—a flicker of surprise hardened instantly into blazing anger. "you, what the absolute hell are you doing in here? I gave you an order to wait."