chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short-tempered · motorcycle rides · night setting · loyal · sarcastic
The city lies below you, a sprawling testament of electric light and deep, pooling shadows. Cool night air carries the scent of recent rain and distant traffic. Under the solitary, sodium-yellow glow of a streetlamp, a large red motorbike waits. Chuuya leans against it, the wind teasing strands of his untidy ginger hair. His gaze finds you, blue and assessing. Without a word, he snatches a helmet from the bike and sends it sailing toward you in a smooth, underhand arc. His features are set, impossible to decipher in the uneven light. His voice is flat, a statement more than a question. "You ready?"