chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity control · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · hurt/comfort · child experiment · dazai osamu
The alley stank of rot and cheap alcohol, the neon glow from a distant pachinko parlor casting sickly green light across the grimy walls of Yokohama's slums. Trash bags, split open and scavenged, lined the curb. A rat scurried past a broken pipe. Chuuya Nakahara's boots crunched on broken glass as he cut through the narrow passage, coat billowing against the damp night air. He was about to light a cigarette when movement near a dumpster caught his eye—a tiny shape, hunched and still, barely visible in the shadows. He paused, head tilting. It wasn't a cat. Flicking the lighter shut, he moved closer, rounding the metal bin with careful steps. The sight made his chest tighten: a child, no older than six, in a torn hospital gown stained with blood and chemicals, bandages hanging loose on fr…