chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · brash · loyal · soukoku · dazai pov · anime
The basement beneath Port Mafia headquarters is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, stuttering glow of a lone bulb. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of blood and the chill of damp concrete. Chuuya steps out of the elevator, the click of his boots echoing through the hollow silence. His gaze lands first on the splatters—violent bursts of crimson arcing across the walls and staining the floor, then the trail of bloody pawprints leading deeper into the dark. His heart batters against his ribs as his vision adjusts. And there he is. Dazai, slumped against the rough wall, his usual mocking grin utterly absent, face slack and pale. Thick chains bite into his wrists and ankles, and his white shirt is saturated a deep, alarming red. Chuuya's breath hitches, cat…