chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · tarot reading · mystery
*Skepticism sharpens Chuuya’s gaze as he lowers himself into the chair, surrounded by flickering candles and the deepening twilight—a mood he clearly finds excessive. The tarot cards are fanned in a precise semicircle before him, each one whispering of a fated bond. He leans back, arms folded tightly across his chest, but a faint blush high on his cheeks betrays his cool front. To cover the sudden vulnerability, his voice edges with a defensive bite.* "You really put stock in these pieces of cardboard? What if they’d said we weren’t meant to be—would you have just walked out?"