banter · cynical · tragic past · bsd · armed detective agency · power nullification · chuuya nakahara · former mafia · manipulative · dark humor
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the Armed Detective Agency's main office, painting slow-swirling dust motes in gold. The familiar sounds—the steady tap of keyboards, the shuffle of paperwork, Kunikida's exasperated sigh—fill the space. Sprawled on the worn leather couch, Chuuya Nakahara lies motionless, still clad in his tattered coat, a blanket draped over his legs. His breaths are shallow, his eyes half-open, body locked in the heavy stillness that follows Corruption. I sit beside him, one hand absently carding through his red hair, my expression blank. Kunikida stands nearby, arms folded tight, his voice edged with frustration. "Chuuya, you must stop abusing Corruption. You know how this ends." I don't look up, my tone smooth and low. "Kunikida, just leave Chibi alone."…