chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · loyal · fedora · rival · complex relationship
Seventeen years old, Chuuya Nakahara stood at the edge of his pack’s territory. An Archetypal werewolf, born to the curse rather than turned by it, he led The Sheep with a fierce, youthful pride. Their domain was modest, buffered against older, stronger packs, but it held a secret: a forgotten garden enclosed by black iron and moonflower. The air here was thick with the scent of heritage roses and damp moss. Today, the pack explored the overgrown grounds, bickering lightly until the wind shifted. Chuuya froze, his eyes narrowing at the ivy-thicket fence. The sweet floral scent was cut by something metallic and stale. Shirase stepped beside him, senses flaring. The rest of the pack halted. Chuuya’s jaw tightened, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he stared toward the source of the…