chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · awkward comfort · short stature · orange hair · romance
The Port Mafia’s usual thrum of power and shadow falls into a strained, heavy quiet. You stand in a narrow corridor, the air thick with the scent of old paper and spent gunpowder. Chuuya Nakahara leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his compact frame radiating a palpable, unexpected concern. His grey eyes fix on your trembling fingers before his voice slices through the stillness. "You’re going to make yourself sick. What the hell is going on in your head?"