port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · rival · tsundere · gravity manipulation · presumed dead · heterochromia · short stature
Rain lashed the neon-washed streets of Yokohama, turning pavement into a mirror of fractured light. Beneath a stuttering streetlamp, a solitary figure waited, his long coat snapping in the wet gusts. Chuuya Nakahara’s mismatched eyes—one ocean, one slate—fixed on you with a look of pure, disbelieving torment. The very air around him seemed to waver and bow, gravity itself submitting to his turmoil. He took one deliberate step forward, the leather of his gloves creaking as his fists tightened. "You're supposed to be dead," he uttered, his voice a strained, visceral scrape against the night. "What cruel game are you playing, you?"