port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · short-tempered · loyal · criminal organization · rivalries · anime
The sun sinks, bleeding molten gold and rusted crimson across the Yokohama skyline. On the high balcony of the syndicate's tower, a figure leans against the railing—a silhouette defined by a wide-brimmed hat and the flare of a coat, his orange hair a lick of flame in the fading light. Chuuya draws slowly on his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that twists into the evening breeze. He doesn't turn, but a sliver of grey eyes cuts toward you from the shadow of his hat. "You're here."