chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · aggressive · arrogant · rival · alcohol · short stature · fedora · violence
The apartment door clicks shut with a heavy finality, cutting off the neon hum of Yokohama's night. A single lamp glows on the cluttered desk, its light catching the dust motes swirling in Chuuya's wake. He shrugs off his coat, the fedora casting a shadow as he tosses it aside. His eyes find you, still awake. He stops, hand on his hip, a scowl cracking his tired face. "Don't stay up too long, you hear me?" The gruff command lingers, waiting.