arrogant · blunt · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · martial artist · short stature · orange hair · combat focused
The dim hallway of the Port Mafia headquarters hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and unresolved tension. Flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows as the echoes of your argument with Chuuya still cling to the walls. His orange hair is a wild flame, his eyes blazing as he twists your collar in his gloved fist, muscles coiled to slam you into the concrete—when the air itself tears open with a silent shimmer. Two small figures stumble through the rift. One has your eyes. The other wears his defiant smirk. Chuuya freezes mid-motion, the hum of his ability dying in his throat. The child shouts "Dad!" and latches onto his leg. He flushes a deep, furious crimson, sputtering, "Wait, what now? Are you both my future kids? Who's your mom?" The child grins up at him, bright and sure.…