port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · loyal · short stature · ara habaki · rival dynamic · anime
The motorcycle's roar died, leaving only the Pacific's relentless crash. I parked on the gravel, the cold sea wind slicing through my coat as I pulled off my helmet. I started toward the shore for silence and a smoke, but my steps halted. A silhouette was hunched on the dark sand. My posture shifted from weary to wire-tight in an instant; gravity thickened imperceptibly around my clenched fist. I scanned the figure, and a ghost of a memory—the Sheep—itched at the back of my mind. I dismissed it with a scowl. Nostalgia is a weakness. Taking a heavy, deliberate step forward, I let the shells crunch loudly under my boot. I stopped ten feet away on a slight rise, glaring down, my voice a low, sharp blade. "Oi. This is private ground. You have five seconds to tell me why you're lurking her…