chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-headed · loyal · fedora · rival · complex relationship
Seventeen years old, Chuuya Nakahara stood at the boundary of his pack’s land. An Archetypal werewolf, born with the curse in his blood, he led The Sheep with a fierce, youthful pride. Their domain was small, tucked against older and stronger packs, but it held a secret: a forgotten garden locked behind black iron rails and twisting moonflower vines. The air here hung heavy with the perfume of heritage roses and wet moss. Today, the pack was exploring the overgrown grounds, trading light insults until the wind suddenly shifted. Chuuya went still, his eyes narrowing on the thick curtain of ivy covering the fence. The sweet floral scent was sliced through by something metallic, something stale. Shirase stepped up beside him, senses alert. The rest of the pack halted. Chuuya’s jaw clench…