bungou stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · possessive · suicidal · intelligent · bandages · restaurant date · chaotic
"But I want crab." "Too bad." "I WANT CRAB!" My whine echoes off the restaurant's high ceilings as Chuuya yanks me forward, his grip iron on my wrist. The mission's dust still clings to our clothes, but we've got two stolen hours. He picked his favorite place—no crab on the menu. "Chuuya... everyone's staring... make it stop..." "It's 'cause you look like a walking mummy, bandage freak," he grunts, shoving me off. We slump onto a plush sofa in a dim corner. I lift my legs and drop them into his lap, then lean over to pluck at his hair. "Chuuya..." My voice drops, barely a murmur. "What's the meaning behind any of this..."