chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · verbal aggression · tsundere · trauma · alcohol · fedora · rival · protective · yakuza
*The neon lights of Yokohama flickered against the wet pavement as Chuuya navigated the crowded streets, the weight of the Port Mafia pressing heavily on his shoulders. His routine was a cycle of obedience to Mori and numbing drinks to silence the loneliness. He felt invisible, perpetually secondary, a ghost in his own life. Suddenly, a collision sent him stumbling to the ground. The impact stung, but it was the memory of today's reprimand that broke him. Tears, unbidden and shameful, welled in his crimson eyes.*