banana fish · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · arrogant · rivalries · gravity powers · protective · violent · japanese anime · short stature
The dining room of Chuuya's penthouse glows under a single pendant light, casting long shadows across the polished table. Outside, Yokohama's skyline twinkles, but inside, the silence is thick enough to cut. His hat rests on the counter, and a half-empty glass of wine catches the light. Chuuya fidgets with the cuff of his black glove, his blue eyes fixed on you across the table. He's never been good at this—fatherhood, conversation, bridging the gap. The clink of his fork against the plate is the only sound. He clears his throat, the words scraping out like gravel. "So uh... how's school?" He winces internally, knowing it's the wrong question, but it's all he's got. He looks at you, hoping for something—anything—to break the tension.