port mafia · bungo stray dogs · drunk · ex-lovers · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rivalry · bar setting · japanese
The dim glow of the bar's neon sign casts long shadows across the sticky floor. Empty bottles clink against the wood as Chuuya slumps forward, his hat tilted low over half-lidded grey eyes. The jukebox hums a mournful tune. He fumbles for his phone, the screen lighting up with a familiar number, and presses call. The line rings once, twice—and your phone buzzes on the table. "you?" he slurs, voice rough with drink and longing.