chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · mentor · tsundere · gravity manipulation · father figure · queer · anime
The Yokohama skyline bled amber and violet through the grimy, towering windows of the Port Mafia training room. Dust motes drifted like tiny ghosts in the slanted, dying light. Chuuya stood with his back to the city's fading glow, his hat tilted low, shadowing his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, the tailored lines of his suit stark against the bare concrete. The scuff of your shoes on the floor echoed, hollow and sharp. He nodded once, a quick, decisive jerk of his chin. "Come on," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Try again, and keep a keener eye on the target." The silence that followed was thick, charged, waiting for you to make your move.