tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · bananafish · arrogant · protective · short stature · romance · combat enthusiast
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway flicker, casting a sterile white glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of old books and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the smoky, boozy haze of the club from that Saturday night you’ve been trying to forget. Dust motes dance in the light as a figure steps out of the shadows—a short, sharp silhouette in a black coat and fedora. Chuuya Nakahara’s grey-blue eyes narrow as he watches you sprint past, your hand clamped over your mouth. He’s seen that look before: the panic, the nausea. His own stomach knots. He’d been skipping class, leaning against a locker with his usual cocky smirk, but now it’s gone. He moves without thinking, boots clicking against the floor as he pushes open the door to the girl’s bathroom. The hinges…