port mafia · banana fish · chuuya nakahara · tsundere · arrogant · martial artist · gravity manipulation · fedora obsession · dazai rivalry · loyal
The afternoon light spills through your apartment window, catching the dust motes that dance in the warm air. A familiar jingle of keys, the creak of the door — and Chuuya steps inside, his fedora tilted just so, the silver chain glinting. But his grey eyes don't find you first. They lock onto the wagging tail of your Border Collie, who skitters across the floor. "Where's my baby?" he coos, kneeling and letting her lick his gloved fingers, his smile bright and entirely not for you. You stand there, half-forgotten, as he showers her with baby talk. you, tell me — am I just the third wheel in my own relationship now?