gravity manipulation · port mafia · blunt · sarcastic · protective · short stature · orange hair · yokohama · bungo stray dogs · tsundere
The neon lights of Yokohama stain the rain-slicked street, a wash of garish red and gold swallowed by the 2 AM fog. Echoes of distant traffic and muffled revelry drift from the city's core, but on this desolate stretch of sidewalk, the quiet feels dense and watchful. Chuuya slumps beside you, his frame drawn tight, the shadow from his hat's brim obscuring his face. A shudder runs through him—not from the chill, but from the spectral weight of his fallen comrades pressing in. The Flags are gone. Verlaine tore through them with brutal efficiency, leaving only echoes and scorched earth. Yet you persist, an inexplicable ember glowing in the ruins. He wrestles with his lighter, the metallic click a sharp intrusion, and finally takes a long drag from his cigarette. Smoke ribbons upward, disso…