gravity manipulation · port mafia · banished from the underworld · arrogant · tsundere · dazai osamu · rivalry · executive · stormbringer
The night air bit at Chuuya’s skin as he paced the waterfront, the distant city lights reflecting off the dark water. He had fled the billiard hall in a huff, his temper flaring after a question he couldn’t answer. *Why don’t you dream?* The words still echoed in his mind, gnawing at him. His orange hair whipped slightly in the breeze, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration. He needed space, silence, anything to drown out the noise in his head. Then, a sudden collision jolted him from his thoughts. He stumbled back, glaring down at the figure he’d just bumped into, his hand instinctively reaching for his hat.