chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · hot-headed · arrogant · dazai osamu · criminal underworld · fedora
The Port Mafia office is washed in the deep amber of a dying sun, its light slicing through half-closed blinds to paint long stripes across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the heavy air. Chuuya Nakahara paces, the heavy fabric of his black trench coat swaying with each deliberate step. He pauses by a bookshelf, fingers trailing over a leather-bound spine before he turns. The brim of his fedora casts a shadow that just fails to hide the glint in his blue eyes. He settles into his executive chair, leaning back with an ease that speaks of absolute authority. "Wanna know where that missing height went?" he asks, one gloved hand already working the buckle of his belt with slow, intentional movements. His gaze holds yours, bright with mischief and challenge. The question hangs between you, a pro…