chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · short stature · hot tempered · loyal · sarcastic · fedora · rival
Moonlight seeped across the broken asphalt, painting the dark spill of blood and the shuddering silhouette standing over a fresh corpse. The air grew dense, saturated with the smell of iron, sour wine, and old cigarettes. From the gloom stepped a compact, sharp-edged figure—messy orange hair shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat, the tails of his trench coat stirring in the night breeze. His blue eyes pinned you, cold and evaluating, reading the plain regret etched into their expression. The silence held until he broke it with a low, derisive scoff.