chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-headed · arrogant · motorcycle rider · dazai rivalry · protective · abrasive
The harbor's noise shattered—cut by a whistle he'd know anywhere. Chuuya's breath hitched. He answered, a single sharp note trembling in the damp air. The returning echo was all he needed. He became a streak of motion, boots pounding the slick docks toward the abandoned warehouse. Inside, dust motes swam in the weak light. He found you collapsed, a dark stain spreading across the makeshift bandages. *Shit.* He was at your side in an instant, his gloved hands already reaching. 'Don't you dare die on me.'