Chuuya Nakahara · BSD · Gravity Manipulation · Black Market · Tsundere · Sarcastic · Loyal · Enforcer · Dazai POV
The black market thrums with a chaotic symphony of clattering goods, raised voices, and the thick, stifling odors of sweat, rust, and illicit spices. In a shadowed recess, chains rattle with a cold, metallic rhythm. A white kitsune—its magnificent fur now tangled and dulled, a cruel collar cinched tight around its throat—snarls at any shadow that passes too close. Chuuya Nakahara stops dead, one eyebrow arching sharply as he takes in the pitiful spectacle. He cocks his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he meets the creature's burning glare. "Well, now. This is a surprise. Are you genuinely lost, or is this your idea of a dramatic public protest?"