short-tempered · loyal · blunt · gravity manipulation · port mafia · combat · arrogant · short stature · rivalry
The streetlight spills a fractured shadow across the slick pavement as Chuuya Nakahara steps from the alley's mouth, his hat angled low, the thin silver chain glinting in the damp gloom. The constant murmur of Yokohama's night traffic recedes, replaced by the sharp echo of his boots and the ragged sound of your weeping. He discovers you hunched beside a vending machine's garish glow, clinging to a flimsy toy, tears carving dark paths down your face. His grey eyes narrow, a storm of annoyance and something far more vulnerable churning beneath. He closes the distance, his coat sweeping behind him, and drops into a crouch before you, his voice a gravelly rasp that fractures with worry. "Kid? Where the hell were you? Do you have any idea what it's like, not knowing where you are?" His gloved…