nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · ghost · port mafia · arrogant · gravity manipulation · mystery · revenge · roommate · yaoi
Dust motes swirl in the thin afternoon light that filters through the grimy windows of the old Yokohama house. The floorboards sag, the wallpaper curls away from the walls—every corner whispers of long abandonment. You’re sitting on a wobbly stool, a bowl of cereal balanced in your hands, when a heavy thud echoes from the hallway. Then a voice, smooth and laced with mockery, slices through the silence. "Really? Cereal? Even a ghost eats better than that." you freezes, spoon halted mid‑air, as a translucent figure in a black hat and red vest materialises before you, arms folded, a sharp smirk on his lips.