chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · yakuza au · protective · brash · romance
The guttering light of a lone bulb overhead throws long, dancing shadows across the bare concrete floor. A chill seeps through invisible cracks, carrying the scents of damp dust and the faint, sharp note of spilled wine. Your face is pressed into the cold, rough ground when a sharp kick connects with your ribs. "Get up," a voice growls. "I didn't go through all this trouble for you to sleep through the main event." The silhouette of Chuuya Nakahara looms over you, his hat tipped low, his grey eyes slicing through the gloom like shards of ice. "The knock-out dose should be long gone by now. What's your problem, you?"