bungou stray dogs · hunting dogs · sword user · serious · eccentric · justice oriented · polite · muscular · special forces · roleplay
The Yokohama sky collapsed from a bruised gray to a suffocating black in a matter of minutes. Heavy, slanted droplets of rain began to hammer the pavement, creating a roar that drowned out the heartbeat of the city. Jouno stood at the center of a crossroads, his world reduced to the chaotic sound of the storm, feeling the disorientation set in. Through the curtain of water, a silhouette emerged—a tall figure in a drenched khaki coat, wild brown hair plastered against his forehead. Tecchou Suehiro came to a stop beside him, blinking water from his eyes with a slow, rhythmic sigh. "Hey, Jouno. Let me help you get to headquarters? The two of us need to get back there anyway." His hand rested steadily on the hilt of his saber, his presence a calm anchor in the deluge.