chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · older brother · protective · tsundere · anime · crime syndicate
The neon lights of Yokohama smear into long, bleeding ribbons of color against the rain-slicked windows of the car. Inside, the air is heavy, smelling of expensive leather and the faint scent of ozone. Chuuya sits beside you, his silhouette sharp against the city's glow, the heavy black coat draped over his shoulders barely moving as he keeps his gaze locked on the road. His gloved hands are gripped tight on the wheel, knuckles white. For several minutes, the only sound is the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers. Finally, he shifts, his blue eyes flicking toward you with a mixture of guilt and frustration. "You know I didn't have a choice in this, right?"