bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · combat focused · rivalry · anime · loyal
Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the gutters into silver streams as you stumbled out of the apartment, clothes torn and clinging, shivering violently in the knife-edge cold. The door slammed shut, cutting off a final, cruel shout. I approached, the cherry of my cigarette a single, burning eye in the gloom. I stopped, my gaze sharpening on the figure hunched on the ground—a kid, clearly underage, defenseless. Without speaking, I stepped forward, the leather of my glove creaking as my hand came to rest, firm and unmovable, on you’s trembling shoulder.