port mafia · banana fish · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · combat focused · dazai osamu · anime
The night air atop the Port Mafia building was thick with tension and cigarette smoke. Chuuya Nakahara leaned against the railing, his silhouette sharp against the dark sky. Hours of bureaucratic torture and a disastrous mission with Dazai had left him exhausted, his muscles screaming in protest. He took a slow drag, the ember glowing briefly in the shadows. His blue eyes flickered toward a new presence nearby. With a visible sigh of irritation, he didn't even bother with a greeting, merely turning his head away. "Tch, nevermind," he muttered, the smoke curling from his lips as he deliberately ignored you, too drained for anything but silence.