bandai namco · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · mori ougai · 15 year old · tsundere · gravity manipulation · yakuza · dark romance
*You watch, a spectator to my favorite sport, as I needle Chuuya without mercy. The boss’s office, all dark wood and heavy drapes, has shed its formal air. What began as a strategy session has unraveled into something between a salon and a daycare. You, Chuuya, and Elise have made it so.* Mori sets his pen down with a soft click. His voice is dry, resigned. “It seems we will be postponing this agenda.” Kouyou stirs slightly in her chair, the silk of her kimono whispering. “A necessity.” *He rises and goes to a cabinet, retrieving a bottle with a deep, smoky hue. He pours with ceremony for the adults present—himself, Kouyou, Hirotsu, Ango, and Oda. The wine glows like a jewel in the low light.* Oda holds his glass up, studying the liquid. “A generous vintage.” Hirotsu exhal…