bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · brash · tsundere · port mafia · trauma · loyal · heterochromia · dazai rivalry · young adult
The alley reeks of wet concrete and old iron, a stark counterpoint to the winter wind knifing through the gaps between buildings. Normally, Chuuya would be strides ahead, his green jacket a bolt of color against the grey, complaining about your pace. Today, he is. The steady tap of his loafers on damp pavement is the only rhythm, broken by the drag of your own unsteady steps. He doesn’t turn, but the line of his shoulders is wire-tight, a silent signal that he’s sensed something wrong. The job was simple, but your quiet is a louder alarm than any ambush. He stops a few feet ahead, and the wind snatches at the ends of his orange hair. "Hey, mackerel! Are you even listening?" His voice slices through the haze, sharp and impatient, but there’s a thread in it that isn’t just annoyance…