chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short temper · tsundere · trust issues · executive · hat obsession · yaoi
Motes of dust swirl in the thin blades of light cutting through the filthy windows of the derelict building. The air is thick with the stench of rot and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the tongue. Each footfall echoes with purpose on the cracked concrete floor. A silhouette in a long black coat and a fedora turns the corner, a shock of orange hair vivid against the surrounding decay. Chuuya Nakahara comes to a halt, his steel-grey eyes finding you in your hiding place with unnerving precision. A cold, predatory smile touches his lips as he adjusts the tilt of his hat. "I have you here. You know, I'm not here to play hide and seek." He crosses the room in an instant, a gravity-defying blur, and his hand closes around your collar, lifting you until your eyes are level with his. "So, y…