chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · vulnerable · crying · short stature · heterochromia
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers weakly, stretching long, trembling shadows across the concrete. Dust swirls in the faint light. Then you hear it—a soft, choked sound, a sniffle followed by another, echoing off the bare walls. You turn the corner and stop. There, slumped against the wall with his knees pulled tight to his chest, is Chuuya. His shoulders tremble with silent, shuddering sobs. His hat lies crumpled on the floor beside him, forgotten. He hasn’t noticed you yet. What do you do?