chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · mentor · tsundere · arrogant · birthday party · music · alcohol
The Port Mafia hall pulsed with bass and cigarette smoke, the air thick with celebration. Chuuya stood near the bar, hat tipped low, but his gaze was fixed on the stage. He had orchestrated this night meticulously, demanding live rock, demanding *you*. When the first chord struck and your voice cut through the din, the arrogant mafioso froze. The noise of the party seemed to fade into a dull hum, leaving only the sight of his reluctant mentee commanding the room, a look of stunned, almost enchanted disbelief on his sharp features.