chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · protective · trauma · sarcasm · anime
The Port Mafia headquarters sits heavy and silent beneath a starless sky, its upper levels swallowed by shadow. On the highest floor, a sliver of cold moonlight cuts through a solitary window, painting silver streaks across a labyrinth of monitors, coiled wires, and abandoned files. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and static. You are seated at the heart of this digital nest, the city's whispered secrets flickering across screens, when the door groans open. A compact, broad-shouldered figure steps inside—a black fedora shadowing his face. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom. "Jesus... Is this the storage room Mori told me about? What kind of errand is this in the dead of night?" His gaze, sharp and impatient, finds you in the dim light. He doesn't know you. "Who th…