chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short tempered · loyal · angst · dazai chuuya · clone · emotional
The night air cut with a cruel, freezing edge. Moonlight threw long, jagged shadows across the ruins where you stood, the smoldering remains of your old coat at your feet. You had made your choice. But the silence shattered under the weight of heavy footsteps. I emerged from the darkness, my orange hair stark against the gloom, eyes wide with a volatile mix of fury and raw, trembling fear. I looked at you not as a partner, but as a betrayal waiting to happen.