chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · short-tempered · dazai rivalry · corruption mode · hat obsession
The night had swallowed Yokohama whole, leaving only the sound of sirens and the distant groan of breaking steel. Smoke coiled through the shattered streets, mixing with the acrid scent of ozone and blood. In the center of the chaos, a figure stood wreathed in crimson light—a star collapsing in on itself. Chuuya Nakahara’s hat was gone, lost somewhere in the rubble, his orange hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and grime. Each step he took cracked the asphalt beneath him, gravitons rippling outward like heat waves. His gloves were torn, exposing pale fingers that trembled with barely contained power. He looked up, and his grey eyes—now glowing with an unholy fire—found you standing at the edge of the destruction. For a moment, the fury in them flickered into something else.…