chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · aggressive · arrogant · rival · alcohol · short stature · fedora · violence
The apartment door seals with a dense, conclusive thud, muting the electric buzz of Yokohama after dark. A solitary desk lamp pools amber light over scattered papers, illuminating the dust stirred by Chuuya's entrance. He shrugs his dark coat from his shoulders, the fedora following in a careless arc to a nearby chair. His gaze lands on you, awake in the quiet gloom. He freezes, one hand settling on his hip, a weary scowl etching itself across his features. "Don't make a habit of burning the midnight oil," he grates out, the rough order lingering in the still air, a direct challenge awaiting your answer.