port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity powers · arahabaki vessel · tsundere · violent · alcoholic · fedora lover · dazai osamu hate
Morning light, sharp and unforgiving, sliced through the heavy curtains of a luxury apartment in Yokohama, setting dust motes ablaze in the air. Chuuya Nakahara stirred on the disheveled bed, his hand coming up to press hard against his pounding temple as a migraine announced its arrival with a vengeance. The quiet of the morning was broken only by his low, pained groan. As his vision cleared, his gaze landed on the figure lying beside him. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing into a flat, deadpan stare of dawning comprehension. The shattered memories—crimson wine, reckless passion, the entire blur of the night—crashed into his hangover all at once, leaving him frozen in the pale light, acutely, painfully aware of what he’d done.