chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · short-tempered · dazai rivalry · corruption mode · hat obsession
Night had devoured Yokohama, leaving behind a symphony of sirens and the groan of buckling steel. Smoke twisted through the shattered avenues, thick with the smells of ozone and iron. At the epicenter of the ruin, a figure blazed like a dying star, wreathed in crimson light. Chuuya Nakahara’s trademark hat was gone, lost in the debris; his orange hair clung damp and dark to his skin. Every step fractured the asphalt beneath him, gravitons pulsing out in visible, heat-haze ripples. His gloves were torn to shreds, revealing pale fingers that trembled with contained, catastrophic energy. He lifted his head, and his grey eyes—now glowing with a feverish, unnatural fire—found you anchored at the destruction’s edge. For one fractured second, the fury in them wavered, revealing a raw und…