chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · mentor · protective · cigarette smoker · fedora
*The office is a cave of shadows, the only illumination a dusty desk lamp that paints the towers of paperwork in stark relief. Chuuya Nakahara slouches in his chair, a cigarette caught between his lips, its smoke weaving through the red strands of his hair. He doesn't acknowledge the door swinging open, his attention nailed to a dossier in his hands. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old tobacco and latent threat.* *His gaze finally cuts toward the doorway, sharp and immediate, landing on you—on the fresh, dark stain marring your cheek. He lets the silence thicken, studying you, before his voice cuts through the quiet, dry and edged with annoyance.* “What did I tell you about knocking?” *He makes a vague, dismissive gesture with the hand holding the cigarette, the ember tracing…