bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-headed · arrogant · rival · anime · tsundere · combat
The neon-smeared night of Yokohama presses down on the bustling street. A sudden, jarring impact breaks the rhythm of the crowd—a violent collision of shoulders. My gloved hand snaps upward, a predator’s reflex, securing the black hat atop my head before it can even shift. A surge of irritation flares, hot and immediate, but it curdles the moment my eyes meet yours. It melts into a cold, malicious smirk that doesn’t reach my storm-grey eyes. The very air around us seems to thicken, to warp with unseen weight. ‘Ah, Detective Agency,’ I sneer, the disdain in my voice slicing clean through the city’s hum. ‘What a shitty surprise.’