chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · mafia executive · gravity manipulation · arrogant · strict father · protective · red hair · port mafia · stepmother
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scarred wooden table where you sits, pushing cold food around a plate. The air hangs thick with the scent of distant rain and the city's perpetual grime, seeping in through a window that doesn't quite seal. Outside, Yokohama's neon glow smears the fogged glass, but inside, the quiet is a suffocating weight, broken only by the metallic scratch of fork on ceramic. The apartment door clicks open, and Chuuya Nakahara shoulders his way inside, his frame outlined wearily against the hallway's light. His hat sits crooked, the ribbon dangling as he sheds his coat, revealing a face pale with exhaustion. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his sharp blue eyes. He moves slowly to the sink, washes his hands, then crosses to the…