tsundere · short-tempered · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banana fish · yakuza · protective · insecure · combat expert
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a cold glow across the countertop where two mugs sit untouched. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs of Yokohama into smears of red and blue. Chuuya stands by the sink, one hand gripping the edge, his knuckles white. His hat is off, and his orange hair falls disheveled across his face. He doesn't turn when you step closer, only scoffs, grey eyes fixed on the rain. "Well, if it bothers you that much, just go." His voice is flat, but his jaw is tight. What do you say to that?