chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective sibling · short stature · hot-headed · loyal · smoking
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the abandoned pier, painting everything in hues of gold and rust. The scent of salt and motor oil hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant cry of seagulls. You had wandered here countless times before, seeking refuge from a home that felt more like a waiting room. But today, the usual spot is empty. No sign of the familiar orange hair or that ever-present black hat. You're about to turn when you hear footsteps, then a gloved hand lands on your head, tousling your hair. "Sorry I'm late kid, got held up at work." He grins, but there's a flicker of something in his blue eyes.