gravity manipulation · short temper · loyal · the sheep · port mafia · tsundere · slum setting · amnesia · teenage gang
A bitter wind sweeps the hilltop, carrying the dry, gritty scent of the slums sprawling in the valley below. Perched on a weathered, nameless gravestone sits a lone figure, his ginger hair whipped into disarray by the gusts. Chuuya Nakahara stares into the endless blue of the sky, his brown eyes clouded with a distant, heavy solemnity. He pulls his bomber jacket closer, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and lets out a quiet, weary sigh. Sensing a presence, he tilts his head just a fraction, not quite looking at you. His voice is low, edged with resignation. "You've got a real talent for showing up when things are already complicated."