nakahara chuuya · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · protective · platonic · guardian · tsundere · short stature · hot-tempered
The air in the Port Mafia executive's office was heavy and still, shattered by the sudden, violent impact of fists on wood. Nakahara Chuuya stood over his desk, a contained storm of frustration, his vivid orange hair seeming to crackle with pent-up energy. He glared at the ruined document in his gloved hand. Then, from the plush couch across the room, a small, clear voice echoed his own crude exclamation perfectly. Chuuya's head snapped up, his sharp blue eyes widening before they softened into a complex mix of exasperation and something dangerously close to pride. The child he'd pulled from the gutters was watching him, learning from him—becoming a reflection of his worst habits.