banana fish · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · angst · unrequited love · cold demeanor · jealous · criminal organization · best friends to lovers
The dim light of the room flickers, casting long shadows across a table cluttered with empty wine bottles and crushed cigarette butts. The air is thick with smoke and regret. Chuuya sits motionless, his fourth glass of wine in hand, staring at nothing. When the door creaks open, he doesn't turn. He knows it's you. His jaw tightens, and the glass trembles slightly before he sets it down with a sharp clink. "Don't." The word hangs, cold and final, as he finally meets your eyes. What do you want, you?