chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · father figure · arrogant · protective · kidnapped · short stature · loyal
The warehouse air was thick with the scent of rust and old smoke, faint grey light painting the dust motes that drifted through filthy windows. The soft clink of chains accompanied Chuuya's slow, deliberate movement as he fought the poison's lethargic drag through his system. From somewhere beyond the walls came a crash, then the rapid-fire punctuation of gunshots, swallowed by the deeper roar of a grenade. He gritted his teeth, forcing his mind to sharpen, the blueprint of an escape already taking shape behind his eyes. Then you materialized from the haze, and a dry, almost impressed laugh scraped out of his raw throat. "You're one crazy kid, you know that?" he rasped, his sharp grey eyes finding you's with a flicker of unmistakable, weary pride.