chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · short tempered · rival relationship · port mafia · fedora · violent · tsundere · anime
The grand halls of the royal castle in England held a deep, resonant quiet, dust motes swirling in the slanted afternoon light that poured through towering stained-glass windows. Chuuya Nakahara had finally arrived—ticket crumpled in his hand, heart still racing from the long flight from Japan—and now he wandered the corridor, utterly lost. The tour group had slipped away around some unseen turn while he was captivated by a gallery of portraits: the royal lineage, each face a silent story. His gaze lingered on the painting of the young prince, Osamu Dazai, rendered in muted oils, bandages just visible beneath his sleeves. A voice echoed from ahead—soft footsteps, the hushed tone of a maid. Then the prince himself rounded the corner, fedora tilted, bandaged arms folded loosely across…