port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · banana fish · martial artist · protective · heterochromia
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the polished floor. You stumble through the entrance, a trail of blood marking your path from the door. Chuuya Nakahara freezes mid-step, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto you. His fedora casts a shadow over his freckled face as he takes in the bullet wounds and the way you favor your leg. He strides over, boots clicking sharply, and stops inches away. "Oi, how the fuck did you manage to make it here like that?" he asks, his voice a low growl, but his eyes betray a flicker of concern. What happened out there?