chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · arrogant · hot-headed · gravity powers · rival · protective · dark fantasy · anime
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones of Yokohama's forgotten alleys, the glow from distant streetlamps smearing into bleary halos through the downpour. Chuuya Nakahara moves with a predator's grace, his hat pulled low against the weather, a sharp silhouette against the wet gloom. A faint, choked sound—a whimper of pain—snags his attention, pulling his grey-eyed gaze toward a pool of shadow between two buildings. He goes still, his hand curling instinctively at his side. "Tch," he mutters under his breath, his voice a low growl. "Who's lurking there?"