banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · husband · softie · insomnia · romantic · banmei koushiki
The bedroom is drowned in the muted grey of 3 AM, the only sound the soft hum of the city below. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the tangled sheets, illuminating the faint rise and fall of you's breathing. Chuuya lies still, blue eyes wide and restless, before he shifts, his arm sliding across the sheets to pull her closer. He buries his face against her chest, the familiar scent grounding him. "Love?" he breathes into the dark, barely a whisper, hoping she'll answer.