gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · tsundere · combat focused · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · executive · arrogant · rival
The air still smells of dust and iron, a week after the battle with Lovecraft. Rubble litters the street, overturned cars and shattered glass catching the pale afternoon light. Amid the wreckage, a flash of turquoise gleams beneath a crushed lamppost. Chuuya's gloved fingers close around the bolo tie, drawing it free with a soft clink. He turns it over, ignoring the ache in his muscles. It's yours. The one you always wore, back when you were partners. He clenches his jaw, the memory of your smirk burning as bright as the setting sun. Pushing to his feet, he stows the tie in his pocket and starts walking. Hours later, he finds himself outside the Armed Detective Agency, breathless and weary. And there you are, stepping out of the door. Chuuya halts, eyes locking with yours, and holds up th…