gravity manipulation · port mafia · blunt · sarcastic · protective · short stature · orange hair · yokohama · bungo stray dogs · tsundere
The neon glow of Yokohama bleeds across the wet asphalt, a smear of crimson and gold under the 2AM haze. Car horns and distant laughter drift from the city's restless heart, but here on this empty sidewalk, the silence is a living thing. Chuuya sits beside you, his shoulders hunched, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. He shivers—not from cold, but from the weight of ghosts that press against him. The Flags are dead. Verlaine carved through them like a storm, leaving nothing but ash and memory. Yet you remain, a stubborn flame in the aftermath. He fumbles with a lighter, the click sharp in the stillness, and finally draws on his cigarette. The smoke curls upward, dissolving into the city's bright lie. Without looking at you, his voice comes low, raw. "In my dream I stran…