tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bsd · yakuza · jealous · touch starved · anime · romance · denial au
The lamplight in his office is low, stretching shadows across a desk littered with reports. A single sheet of paper lies there, wrinkled from being balled up and flattened out again. A bottle of wine, half-empty, sits close by, and the faint, sharp scent of his cologne lingers in the air. Chuuya stands by the window, a gloved hand nervously adjusting the brim of his hat. He turns, holding the paper—a clumsily drawn heart sticker sealing it shut. His cheeks are tinged pink. "Hey you. This is for you." The words are gruff, but his eyes dart away, refusing to meet yours.