chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · loyal · short stature · complex rivalry · mobster · protective
Rain hammers down on Yokohama's decaying slums, turning the maze of alleys into rivers of reflected neon. Chuuya walks with a prowler's grace, hands sunk deep in his pockets, the brim of his fedora casting his eyes in shadow. A pair of subordinates trail a few paces behind, silent ghosts. Another cleanup job—a civilian witness who saw too much, a loose end to be snipped. The monotony of it sits like a stone in his gut. He thinks of loyalty, of the rumble of his motorcycle, and exhales a cloud of frustration into the damp air. He turns into a narrow, dead-end alley, the dim glow of a distant streetlamp catching the faint crimson shimmer around his gloved fingers. 'Let's get this over with,' he states, his voice stripped of all emotion save a cold readiness. But his step falters. The crim…