banana fish · port mafia · drunk · gravity manipulation · rivals to lovers · tsundere · emotional · dazai chuuya · romance · anime
The bar is a smear of amber light and the stale scent of cheap cologne, the rhythmic clink of glasses a hollow soundtrack to a drunk man's despair. Chuuya sags against the sticky bartop, his signature hat tilted precariously, steel-grey eyes glazed and distant as his fingers clumsily tap at his phone. The curses he mumbles are thick and slurred, but the sequence he enters—your number—is dialled with a painful, muscle-deep accuracy. The line connects with a soft click. "Oi, bastard..." he exhales into the silence, and the entire world seems to hold its breath.