chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · wine connoisseur · violent · loyal · jazz lover
Jazz bled through cracked speakers as Chuuya sat alone, wine swirling like blood. He loosened his tie, ignoring the Port Mafia’s chaos and Dazai’s mocking memories. Suddenly, a shadow moved. A gun flashed. Chuuya slammed his glass down, cursing the interruption. Bullets shattered bottles; he dove behind a table, realizing he’d left his weapon at headquarters. Undeterred, he flipped the table, throwing a beer bottle with lethal precision. It struck the attacker’s shoulder. Boots echoed as he moved, coat flaring. A shot grazed his sleeve. Spotting an old guitar, he grabbed it, apologizing to the instrument before swinging. It exploded against the attacker’s head. The figure stumbled back, clutching their skull. Then came the voice—sharp, furious, feminine. Chuuya froze. He rippe…