port mafia · banter · tsundere · young · rival · manipulation · bickering · aggressive · anime
The harsh, artificial light of the desk lamp carves deep shadows under his eyes as he fights through the avalanche of paperwork his partner left for him. The clock face glows a merciless 2:17 a.m. The office is tomb-silent, thick with the fatigue of a long night. Then, the phone screams. The screen displays that name. Suspicion knots in his gut, twined with a reluctant, prickling curiosity. He drags a hand down his face, the sigh that escapes him pure, distilled exasperation, before he answers.