port mafia · banana fish · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · arrogant · hot-headed · loyal · executive · rival · honor code
The dim glow of Chūya's laptop casts shifting shadows across his face, the only light in the office besides the city's distant neon hum through the window. He sits rigid in his chair, jaw clenched, fingers white-knuckled on the armrests as he forces his voice steady through the meeting. Beneath the desk, you know exactly why his tie is crooked and why he keeps pressing his thighs together. "—And we should try and.. *ngh*—find out about the problem.." He clears his throat, shooting a glare downward that promises retribution—but his eyes betray a flicker of desperate surrender. What will you do next, you?