chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · violent · short stature · heterochromia · rivalry
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the Yokohama outskirts, glinting under a single flickering streetlamp. The air still smells of smoke and iron. You trudge home, shoulders heavy, when a silhouette steps from the shadows—ginger hair, dark fedora, that damned red vest. Chuuya Nakahara. He tips his hat, a smirk cutting through the gloom. "Oh, did your second gang disappear?" His voice is low, almost casual, but his heterochromatic eyes glint with cruel amusement. What now, you?