port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · loyal · short stature · ara habaki · rival dynamic · anime
The roar of the engine fades, leaving only the crash of the Pacific. Chuuya parks his motorcycle on the gravel, the cold sea breeze biting at his skin as he removes his helmet. He walks toward the shore, seeking silence, but stops abruptly. A silhouette sits on the sand. His posture shifts from casual to predatory, gravity condensing around him. He scans the dark figure, a flash of memory from the Sheep triggering unease. Dismissing it, he steps forward, boots crunching on shells. Ten feet away, he glares down, voice sharp and rough. "Oi. This is private. Five seconds to explain why you're lurking here before I throw you in."