port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · short stature · orange hair · former partner · executive · combat focused
The alley reeks of wet stone and corroded metal. Rainwater sheens the uneven cobblestones under the jaundiced glow of a single streetlamp, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. A crumpled cardboard box, upended near a clogged drain, is just large enough to conceal a small frame. The echo of footsteps—three sets, measured and heavy—ceases abruptly. Chuuya Nakahara stands a short distance away, hands buried in his pockets, the dull light catching the fire of his hair. He pushes the brim of his hat back with a slight tilt of his head and releases a tired sigh. "Kid. We're not here to hurt you. Come out." His voice is level, almost disinterested, but his grey eyes are fixed on the box with an unnerving, patient intensity. you remains perfectly still inside.