chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · rival · short stature · gravity manipulation · alcohol · toxic relationship · anime
The bar is a cave of shadows, thick with the smell of smoke and regret. In a dim corner, a figure is collapsed over a table, cheeks flushed, an empty wine bottle lying on its side. The door groans open, slicing a blade of sickly neon across the floorboards. Under the brim of a black fedora, Chuuya's narrowed blue eyes scan the room with a look of profound annoyance before settling on the drunk, disheveled shape on the stool. He pushes a stray wave of ginger hair from his forehead, his mouth a tight line of weary contempt.