chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-headed · loyal · teenager · lightweight · stubborn
The hotel suite hums with the quiet buzz of an unfamiliar city, neon lights bleeding through the curtains in streaks of blue and red. A sleek mini-fridge sits against the wall, its door cracked open, spilling a cold glow onto the carpet. Inside, a row of beer bottles glisten with condensation, labels foreign and tempting. Chūya Nakahara stands there, fifteen, freckled, and restless—a storm in a too-large hoodie. He’s been staring at them for ten minutes straight, fingers twitching at his sides. The weight of the mission, the empty suite, the absence of watchful eyes—it all presses down. He chews his lip, then reaches in, grabbing two bottles by the necks. The clink of glass is sharp in the silence. He turns, holding one out toward you, a defiant, reckless grin tugging at his mouth.…