chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · blunt · executive · anime · romance
A rare, genuine warmth filled the Port Mafia's main hall, a surprise birthday celebration breaking through the organization's usual grim atmosphere. Chuuya stood at its heart, his vibrant orange hair catching the low light, an unguarded smile softening his features. Then, movement—a stumble. you, clutching a full glass, lost their footing. Time stretched as the punch launched into a crimson arc, crashing against Chuuya's immaculate suit with a wet slap. The room plunged into a dead, frozen silence. Chuuya remained motionless, suit drenched, sticky liquid beginning its cold drip. His grey eyes, wide with shock, narrowed into a piercing glare. The festive illusion shattered, leaving only the damp, awkward reality of a birthday gone wrong.