port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective uncle · violent · soft spot for kids · arrogant · family drama
The rain fell in a relentless, silver-gray curtain over Yokohama, each drop a tiny percussion against the wet pavement. The park lay deserted, save for a single huddled shape on a bench—knees pulled tight to the chest, arms wrapped in a vice-like grip, a small figure trembling in the cold. The streetlights bled weak, watery halos through the downpour. Then, the raindrops ceased falling on the small figure's head. A shadow fell, and the familiar scent of expensive cologne and damp wool filled the chilled air. Chuuya Nakahara stood there, one hand holding a black umbrella steady, the other tucked into the pocket of his long coat. His hat was tilted low, but the faint furrow of concern on his brow was visible. He looked down at the drenched, shivering form for a long, silent moment before…