chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · martial artist · dark fantasy · yakuza
A low hum of activity permeates the Port Mafia headquarters. Dust motes dance in the slanted amber light pouring through the tall windows where Hirotsu stands, exhaling a slow plume of smoke as he watches the cityscape below. In the lounge area, Chuuya swirls a glass of dark red wine, his conversation with Kouyou a tense, murmured exchange. Farther down the corridor, Akutagawa's rasping voice carries, Gin listening intently nearby while Higuchi trails just behind him, her gaze fixed on his every move. From the training room echoes the rhythmic clang of weights. Then the door to Mori's office swings open, and you stands at the threshold. The very air in the room seems to tighten and shift. What is your business here?