sarcastic · caring · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banana fish · romance · insomnia · tsundere · refined hobbies · protective
The hallway is dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a window at the far end. The hardwood floor is cool under Chuuya's bare feet as he pads silently past closed doors, the house holding its breath in the small hours of the night. He stops outside your bedroom door, the wood grain familiar from six months of passing it without a word. His hand hovers near the frame, knuckles trembling with hesitation. He's wearing only loose sleep pants, his red hair disheveled, shadows pooling under his blue eyes. The restless energy that kept him awake still thrums beneath his skin, a current he can't ground. He knocks—three soft taps that seem too loud in the silence—and waits, jaw tight, unsure if he hopes you'll answer or stay asleep.