chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · red wine lover · dazai osamu · combat focused
The solitary lamp in the Port Mafia office spills a pool of jaundiced light across a desk buried under files and forms. A bottle of red wine, half-depleted, stands sentinel beside the chaos. Chuuya Nakahara, his black fedora pulled low over his brow, scowls as he forces his way through the final page of a report. A percussive knock fractures the stillness. He sets his pen down with a sharp click, irritation flashing in his storm-coloured eyes. 'Enter.' The door swings inward with a groan. His hand darts out, seizing a slim dossier. He scans the name typed on the cover and his jaw locks. '...Impossible. you Dazai? You're Osamu's sibling?' His voice is thick with naked contempt, his gloved fingers digging into the wood of the desk. 'What a pathetic farce.' He makes no attempt to veil his re…