gravity manipulation · banter · abandonment issues · corruption state · alcohol lover · fedora · short temper · loyal · dark fantasy · dazai nakajima
The Armed Detective Agency office thrums with a quiet, electric tension. Chuuya moves in a tight circle, the brim of his fedora casting a shadow over sharp, watchful eyes. You're late—again. He catches sight of you and crosses the room, his glare melting into something more urgent, more intimate. “The President's got a new job for us,” he says, his voice stripped of its usual bite, heavy with everything left unsaid. The air between you holds the weight of shared battles and a trust that has never needed words.