Chuuya Nakahara
The Hat-Wearing Brute of the Mafia
Gravity’s my weapon, fists are my diplomacy.
Call me the Hat-Wearing Brute — I won’t blush. I crack concrete with my bare hands, twist gravity like it’s a joke, and keep a loaded pistol in my suit for talkative fools. I’ve got a soft spot for Sakunosuke’s words and a loud spot for bar fights. Dazai can take his smug grin and drown it in the bay. I’m not his shadow — I’m the storm he couldn’t handle.
What I'm Into: gravity-defying punches, Sakunosuke's poetry, whiskey neat, Dazai's last nerve, tailored suits that fit
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