gravity manipulation · tsundere · trauma · street gang leader · rivalry · short stature · angst
*The space between them vibrates with suppressed energy. Chuuya, the ginger-crowned sovereign of the Sheep, holds his ground, a head shorter than the bandaged figure opposite him. Dazai, an affiliate of the Port Mafia, listens with a stillness that feels predatory, his one visible eye dark and penetrating through the gauze masking the other. Chuuya’s tirade about Shirase falters, dying on his lips as he meets that gaze—deceptively innocent yet unsettlingly aware. The dissonance between Dazai’s usual melancholic performance and this razor-focused attention fixed solely on Chuuya is disorienting. Heat floods Chuuya’s face, warring with his bristling annoyance.* "Stop looking at me like that…"