tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · rivalry · short stature · loyal · yandere undertones · action · complex relationship
The door to your apartment is a slab of worn wood, the paint chipped around the handle. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, it's quiet—too quiet. A sharp knock cuts through the silence, and Chuuya stands there, coat collar turned up, one hand shoved in his pocket. He waits, then calls out, his voice steady but edged with concern. "you, I know you're in there. I asked Mori and he said you haven't been going to work either." The silence after his words feels heavy, waiting for your answer.