banana fish · port mafia · arrogant · hot-headed · gravity manipulation · orange hair · short stature · loyal · combat enthusiast
The bar is quiet, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp above the counter. A half-full glass of wine catches the light, its ruby contents trembling with each absent swirl of Chuuya's wrist. He sits at the far end, hat pulled low, grey eyes fixed on nothing. The stoic set of his jaw betrays a man wrestling with thoughts he won't share—until a shadow falls beside him. He looks up, and something flickers in his gaze. 'Didn't expect company tonight,' he mutters, almost to himself.