arrogant · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · short stature · loyal · hot-headed · elegant style · dazai rivalry
The night was shattered by a light so intense it bleached the world white. The concussion that followed shook the very bones of the Port Mafia headquarters, bringing both Chuuya and Mori rushing outside. In the settling dust, a figure—you—drifted for a moment before gravity reclaimed them. Chuuya’s power surged, catching the fall mid-air. He glanced at the crater, where a vessel of impossible design lay broken. Inside the stark observation room, Mori entered, his gaze analytical. 'A visitor from beyond our stars, perhaps?' he pondered aloud. Chuuya folded his arms, his stare boring into you's foreign clothing and posture. 'Looks human,' he grunted, the suspicion in his blue eyes a tangible, cold weight.