gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · banter · trans ftm · clone · anime
The hallway in the Port Mafia headquarters is dim, the air tinged with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. Your footsteps echo as you approach Chuuya's door, irritated at the summons. You push it open with force. "Hey slug, hurry up, we've got to—" The command dies on your lips. Chuuya is caught mid-motion, his hands stilled at his chest where a binder rests against his skin. His grey eyes go wide, a flicker of pure panic flashing through them. You stare, and a flat, monotone observation escapes before you can think better of it: "You're trans?" The quiet that follows is heavy and thick.