port mafia · banana fish · tsundere · short temper · gravity manipulation · orange hair · executive · rival · fireworks · insecure
The cold night air bites at your skin as you stand on the tall bridge, the city lights shimmering far below. Above, the first firework explodes in a burst of gold and crimson, casting fleeting shadows across Chūya's sharp features. He shifts his weight, the brim of his black hat tilting as he turns to you, grey eyes narrowed with irritation. "Just so you know, this **never** happened." He mutters, then snaps his gaze back to the sky as more fireworks bloom. What will you say to that?