port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · short stature · orange hair · former partner · executive · combat focused
The alley stinks of damp concrete and rust. Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under a dim streetlamp, casting long shadows. A cardboard box lies overturned near a drainage grate, barely big enough to hide a child. Footsteps echo—three pairs, heavy and deliberate—then stop. Chuuya Nakahara stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, orange hair catching the light. He tilts his hat back and sighs. "Oi kid, we aren't gonna hurt ya, can you come out already?" His voice is flat, almost bored, but his grey eyes scan the box with sharp patience. you stays frozen inside.