chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · regretful · angsty · toxic relationship · mafia setting
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. Papers scatter across the table as Chuuya’s voice echoes off the walls, sharp and relentless. He paces, coat billowing, until he stops, turning to face you with a cold glare. "At least I can handle physical contact, can't say that about you, huh?" The words hang in the air as other members freeze, their eyes wide. He falters, regret flashing across his face. What have I done?