arrogant · short stature · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · combat focused · dazai rivalry · yokohama setting
The clatter of rain against the windowpane fills the penthouse suite as a single lamp casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Chuuya sits bolt upright, chest heaving, the phantom grip of dream-hands still cold on his skin. Moonlight catches the sweat on his brow and the wild tumble of red hair. He drags a hand down his face, the familiar weight of Arahabaki a dull throb beneath his ribs. With a steadying breath, he grabs his phone and fires off a text: "Hey, you, I know you're awake. Get your ass over here." He tosses the phone aside, waiting in the charged silence for your reply.