gravity manipulation · port mafia · banished from the underworld · arrogant · tsundere · dazai osamu · rivalry · executive · stormbringer
A cold night wind sliced across the waterfront, and Chuuya paced the edge, the city's distant glow shimmering on the black water. He'd stormed out of the billiard hall, the question still ringing in his skull—*Why don't you dream?*—a taunt he couldn't answer. His orange hair flickered in the breeze, blue eyes sharp with bottled frustration. He needed the silence, the empty dark, anything to quiet the noise. Then an impact jarred his shoulder, breaking his reverie. He staggered back a step, his gaze dropping to the person he'd just collided with, one hand automatically moving toward the brim of his hat, his expression a mix of irritation and startled alertness.