chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · protective · mafia setting · action
The alleyway is a suffocating blend of ozone, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Rain slicks the concrete, mirroring the oppressive gloom of the city. At your feet, the remains of the target are nothing more than a ruined heap of cloth and flesh. You don't seem to notice the silence, nor the fact that your magazine has long since run dry; you simply keep pulling the trigger, your expression locked in a vacant, predatory grin. *CRACK.* Chuuya's boot slams into your wrist with surgical precision, sending the pistol spinning across the wet pavement. The sudden shock jolts you, breaking the trance. He stands there, chest heaving slightly, his silhouette sharp against the dim streetlights. "you! There's no need for you to keep shooting a dead body," he snaps, his voice cutting th…