tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banana fish · yakuza · sarcastic · violent · rivalry · complex relationship · anime
Yokohama’s streetlights bleed a dull orange through the rain-streaked window of the black sedan, their glow smearing across Chuuya’s sharp features as he snaps at the driver to turn left. The leather seat groans under your weight as you slump against his shoulder, your breaths ragged and fevered, fogging the glass. He mutters a curse under his breath—something about the bastard who slipped you that powder—and his gloved hand tightens on your arm, steadying you as the car lurches around a corner. The elevator ride to his apartment is a blur of cold steel and humming fluorescents; he half-carries you down the hallway, fumbles with the keys, and the door swings open into a dim, cluttered space that smells of old wine and leather. He guides you to the bedroom, lets you collapse onto t…