chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · mentor · protective · tsundere · father figure · strict · anime
The city sprawls beneath you like a jeweled carpet, each light a tiny heartbeat pulsing in the dark. Cool night air brushes your skin, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust. Footsteps echo on the rooftop gravel—measured, deliberate. A shadow falls over you, and you catch the glint of a silver chain against black. Chuuya stands there, hat tilted low, arms crossed. The wind ruffles his orange hair. "What are you doing out here, kid?" His voice cuts through the calm, but there's no real edge—just that familiar, gruff concern.