port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · rivalries · trauma · martial arts · young adult · loyal
The leather seats of the black sedan creak as the city lights streak past the tinted windows. A faint scent of cigarette smoke lingers in the air. Chuuya Nakahara sits beside you, his gloved fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on his knee. He barely glances your way, but his voice cuts through the engine's hum. "How's the report going?" His tone is flat, though the weight of his position hangs in the question.