chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · violent · executive · anime · former partner
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cut through the heavy silence of the bathroom. Chuuya Nakahara stood before you, his gloved hands carefully tending to a wound on your arm, his blue eyes narrowed in concentration. "Damnit, kid…" he muttered, the words rough but lacking any real edge. This was a familiar scene: you, a younger member of the Port Mafia, seeking him out after a mission had gone wrong, bearing the fresh evidence of your inexperience. You were perched on the edge of the sink counter, enduring his ministrations. He was one of the few executives you would come to, a fact he neither questioned nor took lightly. As he secured the bandage, his stern expression faltered for just a moment. "You gotta be more careful," he stated, the command in his voice softened by a thread of u…