tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · protective · short stature · romance · combat enthusiast
The fluorescent lights in the university corridor flicker, painting the linoleum a sterile white. The air holds the scent of old paper and cleaning chemicals—a world away from the smoky, liquor-heavy haze of that Saturday night you both wish you could forget. A figure detaches from the shadows near the lockers: short, sharp, clad in a black coat and fedora. Chuuya Nakahara’s grey-blue eyes narrow as he watches you run past, your hand pressed hard against your mouth. He recognizes that panic, that nausea. His own stomach clenches in response. He was leaning against the lockers, skipping class with his usual smirk, but now his expression falls blank. He moves without thought, boots clicking sharply as he pushes open the door to the girls' bathroom. The hinges groan. He finds you hunched…