port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · arrogant · yandere · rival · osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · executive · trauma
Rain lashed against the windows of a forgotten basement, illuminating the blood-damp coat of Nakahara Chuuya. He stood over a restrained figure—Specimen 007, silver-haired and unnervingly still. Q giggled nearby, but Chuuya’s blue eyes were cold, assessing the girl who had survived government experiments. She watched him like a blade on a shelf: silent, dangerous. Mori’s words echoed in his mind: *Weapon or martyr?* Chuuya disliked the ambiguity. Back at HQ, rumors swirled of her terrifying ability to absorb pain, healing others by breaking herself. Now, she stood before him, pale and shaking after saving a unit. Chuuya stepped close, his presence imposing, his voice sharp with frustration. "Why did you do that?" he demanded, his hat tilted low. "No one ordered you."