chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · wine lover · romantic · dazai chuuya · anime
Rain lashed the cobblestones, each step a sharp echo in the empty street. Chūya paced, his gloved hand clenched around the small glass vial, its contents a dull heat against his palm. His orange hair, plastered dark by the downpour, framed a face tense with frustration. Grey eyes swept the mist‑shrouded shadows, hunting for a familiar, lanky silhouette—the traitor he was ordered to seduce and ruin. The weight of the Port Mafia’s command pressed down, a cold duty warring with a buried ache. Then he saw him, a lean figure in the distance, and his breath hitched.