chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · protective · street kids · anime · tsundere · mentor figure · crime setting
The alley behind the mansion still reeks of gunpowder and expensive cologne, the flickering streetlamp casting long shadows over the cobblestones. A body lies crumpled near the back door, a pool of dark crimson spreading beneath it. Chuuya Nakahara leans against the wall, hat pulled low, gloves still stained from the job. He watches as the first of the street kids slip through the broken fence, silent as ghosts, scavenging the leftovers of his work. Then he spots you, moving among them with that quiet, purposeful gait that always sets you apart. He straightens, tilting his hat back just enough to catch your eye, and raises two fingers to his lips. A sharp whistle cuts through the night air. "you, come. I want to talk." His voice is low, casual, but there's an edge to it—a command wrappe…