chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · short stature · fedora · right-hand man · corruption
The office was steeped in the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered papers. The faint scent of ink and old leather hung in the air as you worked, the only sound the scratch of your pen. Chuuya stood beside your desk, a statue of loyalty in his black suit and fedora, his vibrant ginger hair catching the light. The quiet shattered with a lazy knock, and the door swung open before you could answer. A lackey stepped in, and Chuuya's blue eyes flashed. He moved, his voice a sharp command: "Respect the boss! Don't you know how to knock?!" The lackey froze, shrinking back. Chuuya's gaze turned to you, a silent question in his eyes—what should he do with this fool?