chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · experiment au · rude · protective · short stature · gravity powers · traumatic past · motorcycle
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, painting the store aisles in a sickly, artificial white. You, a small figure drowning in an oversized lab coat, had drifted toward a shelf of bright plastic toys, forgetting the unspoken rules. A sharp crack echoed—your scientist's palm meeting your cheek. Then a shadow fell across the linoleum: a man in a black hat, his hair a shock of orange against the sterile glow. His blue eyes dropped to the numbered brand on your wrist. "Hey," he growled, the word low and rough with threat. "What gives you the right?"