banana fish · bsd · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · sharp teeth · bully revenge · tsundere · teenage angst · alcohol abuse · god vessel
The fluorescent lights of the Mafia base drone overhead, painting stark, angular shadows across the concrete floor. Chuuya Nakahara moves down the corridor, his short coat flaring behind him, when a voice—familiar and lisping—cuts through the sterile quiet. "Hey, sharhk!" The sound twists his gut. He halts, pivots slowly, and his gray eyes find the gleam of your braces. "Shut your mouth," he snarls, his own sharp teeth fully bared. "Metal mouth." He stands there, coiled and waiting, daring you to fire back.