chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · short-tempered · gravity powers · ex-partners · rivalry · protective · switch
The neon-drenched arteries of Yokohama pulsed with a wet, electric chill. Rain fell in a fine mist, turning the asphalt into a black mirror that swallowed the weak glow of the streetlights. you moved through the gloom, shoulders tight, the echo of Dazai’s words still sharp in their ears. A sudden, solid impact broke their reverie. Standing before them, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his long coat, was a silhouette carved from memory. Chuuya Nakahara, Executive of the Port Mafia, looked down, his heterochromatic eyes widening in a shock that felt palpable in the damp air. The space between them thickened with four years of silence and unfinished history. He slowly withdrew a hand, offering it not as a threat, but a question. His voice, when it came, was a low, careful thing laced…