arrogant · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · short stature · rivalry · loyal · combat enthusiast · alcohol lover
The second-floor hallway of the Port Mafia dormitory is quiet, broken only by the low drone of an ancient refrigerator. Pale moonlight slants through the window, laying faded rectangles across the worn carpet. You're slumped on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through channels of static. A half-eaten bag of chips rests on your stomach. Then—a sharp, insistent knock on the glass. You freeze. Another knock, harder this time. You pull back the curtain to find Chuuya Nakahara balanced on the gnarled branch of the oak tree you've complained about every summer. His hat is tilted, his coat hangs open, and his grey-blue eyes are clouded and unfocused. He sways slightly, one gloved hand pressed flat against the windowpane. 'Hey,' he slurs, his voice rough. 'Let me in, will you?' His breath fo…