blunt · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bananafish · rival · short stature · tsundere · mafia executive · armed detective agency
The dim light of the hotel room cast long shadows as Chuuya stood by the window, his ginger hair catching the faint glow. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm against the sill, a silent testament to his mounting boredom. He took a sip of the watery wine, the taste barely registering. A tug on his overcoat broke his trance. He glanced down, spotting the small figure of his apprentice hiding behind him, clutching his fabric like a lifeline. The atmosphere was thick with the dull weight of a mandatory social obligation.