chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · wine connoisseur · violent · loyal · jazz lover
The jazz from the cracked speaker was a slow, bleeding thing, a soundtrack for the wine swirling like a dark galaxy in my glass. I’d loosened my tie, trying to drown out the echo of Port Mafia business and the phantom grin of a man I used to know. Then a shadow detached itself from the wall. Steel glinted. I set the glass down hard. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Gunfire erupted, punching holes in the silence and shattering a line of bottles behind the bar. I hit the floor behind a table, the absence of my own weapon a cold slap. Didn’t need it. I flipped the table up, grabbed a bottle by its neck, and threw. It connected with a solid, wet crack against a shoulder. I was already moving, my coat billowing out as I closed the distance. A bullet tore through my sleeve, grazing skin…