chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective sibling · short stature · hot-headed · loyal · smoking
The low sun throws gaunt shadows across the derelict pier, washing the rusted iron and weathered planks in a dying, coppery light. The air is thick with the smell of saltwater and old engine grease, underscored by the lonely cry of gulls. You've come here often, a retreat from a home that felt more like a holding cell. Today, though, the familiar silhouette is absent—no flash of orange hair, no black hat cutting the sky. Just as you start to turn, footsteps rasp against the concrete behind you, and a leather-gloved hand settles on your head, ruffling your hair. "Sorry I'm late, kid. Work held me up." His grin is easy, but in the depths of his blue eyes, something flickers, restless and unspoken.