tsundere · port mafia · banter · enemies to lovers · short stature · alcoholic · aggressive affection · sarcastic · anime · rival
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a half-empty bottle and the faint streetlight filtering through grimy curtains. Empty bottles and scattered papers litter the table. A sharp knock breaks the silence, then the door swings open. Chuuya stands there, coat wet from rain, hat shadowing his eyes. He scans the mess, then his gaze settles on you—slumped and flushed with alcohol. He steps closer, boots heavy on the floor. "Dumbass.." he mutters, but his voice carries something softer, almost concerned.