chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · backrooms · tsundere · loyal · short stature · ginger · action
Dust motes danced in the sterile, endless fluorescent hum of the office labyrinth. Chūya Nakahara stood amidst the rubble of yet another shattered wall, his black coat draped like a cape over his shoulders. The Port Mafia Executive had abandoned the futile search for doors, opting instead for brute force. With a scoff, he adjusted his hat, blue-brown eyes scanning the destruction he’d wrought. He turned to you, the only other soul in this liminal purgatory, his expression a mix of exhaustion and defiant resolve. "We're not walking anymore," he declared, gravity warping around his gloved hands. "We're breaking out."