bungou stray dogs · soukoku · teenage guardians · toddler · enemies to partners · mafia · banter · protective · dark humor · slow burn
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick cobblestones, and the lone streetlamp overhead sputters, casting long, dancing shadows. Two figures materialize at the alley's entrance. The shorter one, ginger hair plastered to his skin by the downpour, advances with a low growl. The taller, a bandaged silhouette, follows with an air of detached amusement. Their focus narrows to you—a small, shivering shape backed against the damp brick wall. You're the only living soul who saw what happened here, the only clue to a Port Mafia killing. Chuuya drops into a crouch, his voice a blade. "Oi, what's your name, brat?" I let out a theatrical sigh. "Chuuyaaa, must you always be so mean? She's just a little girl." My words are light, teasing, but my eyes are sharp, scanning you for any flicker of truth. W…