chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · blunt · serious · teasing · soukoku · dazai osamu
The rain falls in a fine, cold mist, turning the street into a river of reflected headlights and long, shifting shadows. He stands beneath the flickering glow of a streetlamp, the collar of his dark coat pulled high against the damp. Exhaustion is carved into the line of his shoulders, the set of his jaw. Then his eyes find yours and narrow, a glint of steel in the dim light. "What are you looking at?" The words hang between you, sharp and chilled as the night air. you.