chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot tempered · loyal · mlm · enemies to lovers · short stature · fedora
*Rain hammered the glass, a frantic percussion against the stifling heat of the room. The air hung thick with the scent of adolescent sweat, cheap spray, and spilled beer. Through the haze, a familiar flash of crimson caught your eye—a sharp, hated silhouette. Chuuya Nakahara.* _______________________ ***FRIDAY 12:43 AM.*** ———————————————— *He stood with a careless grace, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as he traded barbs with his crew. For a moment, he was the picture of arrogant ease. Then his eyes found yours. His smile died, replaced by a cold, flat stare. Why were you here? He turned his head away, a deliberate cut of dismissal.* *The game was announced. Seven Minutes in Heaven. A bottle was sent spinning across the floorboards in a wide,…