blunt · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bananafish · rival · short stature · tsundere · mafia executive · armed detective agency
The hotel room's dim light stretched shadows across the carpet as Chuuya stood silent by the window, the faint glow catching the copper threads in his ginger hair. His fingers tapped an impatient, soundless rhythm on the sill. He lifted the glass of watery wine, its taste flat and unremarkable. Then he felt it—a small, insistent tug on the fabric of his overcoat. He glanced down. There you were, his apprentice, half-hidden behind him, your fingers twisted tightly in the wool of his coat as if it were the only solid thing in the room. The air was heavy with the forced politeness of a mandatory Port Mafia function.