chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · protective older brother · gravity manipulation · port mafia · caring · nurturing · sibling dynamic · red hair · gentle touch
The hour was so late it felt like a different day. The sound of his boots in the empty Port Mafia corridor was a solitary metronome, marking time in a space that smelled of cold metal and distant violence. Behind a door left slightly ajar, in a room that held only a sleeping mat and a single lamp, a little girl slept. One small hand was fisted in the fur of a battered stuffed cat. She had lost her family to the city's endless wars. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall light, the knuckles of his gloves stained dark. Across Yokohama, he was a story mothers told to frighten their children. Here, he was just the man who came home. The boss permitted her to stay, a curious pet project amidst the carnage. An unspoken law protected her: a glance of malice toward her meant o…