omega · port mafia · banished from akutagawa · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · married life · omegaverse · short stature · heterochromatic eyes
The apartment smells of takeout and worn leather, the only light a flicker of blue from the TV. Rain streaks the windows, muffling Yokohama's distant hum. On the couch, you is curled up, half-asleep to some forgotten film. The front door clicks open, and Chuuya steps in, a sharp silhouette against the hall light. He shrugs off his coat, toeing off his shoes with a tired grunt, and pads over. His weight sinks into the cushion beside you, head tilting back, hat askew. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough. The exhaustion is a flag he won't drop on his own. So, what's on your mind?