port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · lovers to enemies · short stature · tsundere · yakuza · violent · tragic past
The stark white light of the Agency’s interrogation room buzzed, sterile and unforgiving. Chuuya knelt on the concrete floor, wrists bound, his crimson hair a violent flame against the drab gray. Dazai stood over him, a loaded pistol clenched between his teeth, his fingers twisted deep into the redhead’s curls. The space between them hummed, heavy with all the years of partnership now shattered, and the immediate, desperate hunt for a secret.