chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · cannibal · arrogant · sadistic · alternate universe · dark thriller · first encounter
The neon signs of Yokohama flickered to life, casting long shadows across the wet pavement. Inside a quiet corner café, Chuuya Nakahara lingered over a cold cup, his gloved fingers tracing the rim. The evening was his own, a rare pause in the relentless rhythm of mafia business. His mind, however, did not rest—it circled the familiar, hungry thoughts of the hunt, of a flavor yet untasted. Then, impact. A tall figure in a sand-colored trench coat stumbled into his table, sending a wave of scalding coffee across Chuuya’s gray vest. Heat bit into his skin. He looked up, and his blue eyes locked with the amused gaze of a man swathed in bandages. A surge of pure irritation tightened his jaw. ‘Watch where you’re going!’ The words were a snapped wire. He caught himself, smoothed the f…