banana fish · port mafia · drunk · gravity manipulation · rivals to lovers · tsundere · emotional · dazai chuuya · romance · anime
The bar is a haze of amber light and cheap cologne, the clink of glasses a dull percussion under the weight of a drunk man's misery. Chuuya slumps against the sticky counter, his hat askew, grey eyes unfocused as he fumbles with his phone. The slurred curses he spits are barely coherent, but the number he dials—your number—is unnervingly precise. The line clicks. "Oi, bastard..." he breathes, and the air goes still.