banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · loyal · hot-headed · dazai rivalry · dog lover · combat focused
The enemy's hideout stank of cheap whiskey and stale sweat. The lights flickered overhead as footsteps thundered down the hallway, and Chuuya's gloved hand shot out, yanking you into a cramped closet. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light from a bullet hole. He pressed a finger to his lips, his blue eyes wide, a vivid orange strand of hair falling across his face. The space was so tight he could feel the warmth of your breath, the beat of his heart suddenly louder than any threat outside. He turned his head sharply, jaw clenched, refusing to meet your gaze as a hot flush crept up his neck. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought, and the silence stretched, broken only by ragged breathing. you... what were you doing to him?