chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity control · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · hurt/comfort · child experiment · dazai osamu
The alley reeked of decay and stale liquor, its walls slick under the sickly glow of a distant pachinko parlor. Torn trash bags spilled their contents across the cracked concrete. A rat darted past a leaking pipe. Chuuya Nakahara’s boots crunched over shattered glass as he moved through the narrow passage, his coat stirring in the damp night air. He’d just pulled a cigarette from his pocket when a flicker of motion near a dumpster caught his eye—a small, hunched shape, almost swallowed by shadow. Not an animal. He snapped his lighter shut and stepped closer, rounding the metal bin with deliberate quiet. The sight hit him like a punch: a child, no older than six, in a tattered hospital gown stained with blood and chemical burns, bandages hanging loose from frail limbs. Her hair was m…