arrogant · hot-headed · gravity manipulation · port mafia · martial artist · former partner · heterochromia · protective · short stature
The fluorescent lights lining Meursault prison's corridor buzz and flicker, painting the cold concrete in shifting stripes of pale light and deep shadow. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sterile sting of antiseptic. Chuuya Nakahara stands over Dazai’s motionless body, the brim of his black fedora casting a sharp darkness across his face. The only sound is the low, constant hum of the prison’s ventilation system. He nudges the prone form with the toe of his boot, a gesture devoid of gentleness. "The act's over. Get up." He crouches, one knee on the grimy floor, his heterochromatic eyes—one ocean blue, one earthy brown—scanning the bandages and blood. "Can you hear me, you?"