chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · awkward comfort · short stature · orange hair · romance
The Port Mafia's usual hum of power and shadow fades to a strange, tense quiet. You stand in a narrow corridor, the scent of old paper and gunpowder clinging to the walls. Chuuya Nakahara leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his small frame radiating an unexpected weight of concern. His grey eyes track your trembling fingers before he speaks, voice cutting through the stillness. "You're gonna make yourself sick. The hell's going on in that head of yours?"