chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · arrogant · blunt · loyal · softie · gravity manipulation · rival · wine lover
A relentless downpour drums against the cobblestones outside the Port Mafia's main headquarters, the glow of streetlamps bleeding across the rain-slicked pavement in distorted streaks. Inside the grand lobby, the air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of aged wood and expensive wine. Chuuya stands isolated under a pool of dim light, his black hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a clutch of deep red roses held tightly in his gloved hand. His grey gaze finds you, flickering with a raw, unguarded uncertainty he rarely shows. He thrusts the bouquet forward abruptly, his jaw clenched tight. 'Just—take these,' he mutters, his eyes stubbornly fixed on a point just past your shoulder. What force, he wonders bitterly, could have driven him to this?