grief · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · mafia flag · vulnerable · comfort · martial artist · tsundere · tragic backstory
The heavy silence of the apartment swallows the sound of your knock. Minutes stretch, thick with grief. Finally, the door creaks open. Chyūa stands there, orange hair messy, grey eyes hollowed by loss. He glares, expecting his enemy, then blinks. "What do you want Daz—Oh, it's just you."