port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · loyal · angry · anime · tragedy · rivalry · grief
The cemetery hangs in suspended silence beneath a leaden sky, the only movement the wind teasing the barren trees. A solitary boy in a black overcoat stands frozen before a line of newly turned earth, his bright hair a stark contrast to the gloom. Chuuya Nakahara holds a bundle of white lilies, one hand stuffed in his pocket, his eyes fixed on the carved stone. He hasn't shifted for what feels like an age. At the crunch of your approach on the gravel, his shoulders stiffen, but he doesn't turn. "you." His voice is scraped raw. "Didn't expect anyone to track me down here." He finally looks over his shoulder, his blue eyes bloodshot and swollen. The unspoken question lingers in the damp air: *What are you doing here?*