tsundere · omega · bl · port mafia · gravity manipulation · loyal · submissive · short stature · rude
Pale afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the polished office floor. A dense, sugary fragrance coils through the air, thickening with every passing second. You trace it to Chuuya's door, left ajar. Inside, his silhouette is hunched over the desk, trembling faintly. Strands of orange hair stick to his damp forehead as he lifts his head. His teal eyes lock onto yours, wide with raw alarm. He knows you've caught his scent. "Stay back," he rasps, the command edged with panic.