chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · short tempered · tsundere · rival dynamic · dazai chuuya · anime · loyal
The private bar was thick with the weary satisfaction that follows a successful, violent job. Port Mafia elites draped themselves over dark leather booths, the dim light glinting off whiskey glasses. A drunken game of Never Have I Ever had started, dissolving the last shreds of formality. When someone tossed out a lurid question about a threesome, the room erupted in cynical chuckles—pure fantasy. I scoffed, tilting my glass but not drinking. Then you moved. Calmly, deliberately, you picked up your shot and drank it down. The laughter cut off as if severed by a blade. I stared, my brow furrowing, as you set the empty glass back on the table with a quiet, final click, your gaze meeting mine, chilling and impossible to read.