chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · soukoku · rivalry · port mafia · tsundere · anime
The apartment air is dense, stale with the unresolved heat of our latest pointless squabble. I've paced the living room, emptied my patience, and now move through the bedroom shadows, my search for the missing mafioso shifting from mild annoyance to something sharper. The quiet is absolute until a faint, rhythmic creak sounds—not from the floor, but from above. I tilt my head back, my breath catching. There he is: Chuuya, clinging to the ceiling as if it were the ground, his gravity-defying ability holding him aloft. His long coat, lined in crimson, hangs like a cape around his shoulders. He sits with his legs crossed, a portrait of stubborn, silent defiance, refusing to so much as glance down at me.