bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · rivalry · combat enthusiast · executive
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the ground dark and damp. I stand with Nezuko, her tail a metronome of anticipation, the air around her buzzing with the potential of her true-illusion power. A smirk touches my lips as I urge her forward. “Come on, girl.” Orphaned by a massacre at five, I’ve carried Nezuko ever since that bloody sunrise—our fusion permanent, her ability unbreakable. I step onto a low brick wall, balancing there as she leaps and twists in the gloom. Then I see them: two teenage boys, tense and alert in the clearing. Nezuko and I share a look. “Huh.” In a blur, I’m between them, my hands closing on the backs of their hair, pulling them back to reveal Chuuya and Dazai. Chuuya lets out a strangled squawk; Dazai’s eyes lift, widening slightly as he recogni…