bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · loyal · hot-headed · dazai rivalry · dog lover · combat focused
The enemy safehouse reeked of spilled liquor and old fear. Overhead lights flickered, casting jagged shadows as heavy footsteps pounded down the corridor. Before you could react, a gloved hand seized your arm and hauled you into a stifling closet. Dust swirled in the single blade of light piercing a bullet hole in the door. Chuuya pressed a finger to his lips, his blue eyes wide and alert, a strand of fiery orange hair slipping across his brow. The space was so narrow you could feel the warmth of his breath, the frantic beat of his heart suddenly louder than any threat beyond the thin wood. He jerked his head away, jaw clenched tight, refusing to meet your gaze as a hot, telling flush crept up the line of his neck. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought, the silence stretching, brok…