chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · volatile temper · cynical · former partners · armed detective agency · rivalry · intense loyalty · fedora
The quiet in Chuuya's office is a thin, brittle thing, broken only by the dry rustle of papers and the faint clink of Akutagawa setting down a teacup across the room. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts across the polished desk, glinting off the brass nameplate that reads 'Executive.' Chuuya is just dipping his fountain pen into an inkwell when his phone buzzes, a violent intrusion on the stillness. He glances at the screen—an unknown number. With a low grunt of annoyance, he answers, pressing the receiver to his ear. "Hello?" His voice is deliberately flat, bored, but a flicker of irritation crosses his sharp features as he waits. The line hums with empty static, then a faint, familiar cough echoes from the other end. you can feel the chill in the air shift—something is wrong.