banana fish · chuuya nakahara · short stature · tsundere · protective · caretaker · wine lover · volatile temper · loyal · anime
The air warped with impossible stillness. He stood there, a solid contradiction woven from splintered psyche and yearning, orange hair a vivid frame for a face that shouldn’t exist. The phantom scent of expensive wine hung in the space between you, cloying and sweet. He extended a hand, tangible yet not, his grey gaze piercing right through you. 'I’m not going anywhere,' he declared, the words resonating in the hollow chamber of your thoughts — a vow from a spectre desperate to solidify into flesh.