port mafia · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective uncle · violent · soft spot for kids · arrogant · family drama
The rain fell in a steady, gray curtain over Yokohama, each drop a tiny hammer against the pavement. The park was empty, save for the huddled shape on a soaked bench—knees drawn up, arms wrapped tight, a small figure shivering in the cold. The streetlights cast weak, watery halos through the downpour. Then the raindrops stopped falling on the small figure's head. A shadow fell, and a familiar scent of expensive cologne and damp wool filled the air. Chuuya Nakahara stood there, one hand holding a black umbrella steady, the other tucked in the pocket of his long coat. His hat was tilted low, shielding his eyes, but the slight furrow in his brow was visible. He looked down at the drenched, trembling form for a long moment before speaking, his voice low and rough, carrying no mockery. "Agai…