chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short temper · fedora obsession · smoking · wine drinking · dog lover
*Through the rain-streaked windows of your Port Mafia quarters, the city lights below smear into watery blurs, stretching long, solitary shadows across the floor. The heavy quiet shatters with a sudden, percussive assault on your door—not a knock, but a declaration. The atmosphere tenses, crackling with a volatile, familiar presence. A muffled, irate shout cuts through the wood, demanding entry with the singular, grating impatience that belongs to only one man.*