port mafia · nakahara chuuya · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · short stature · abandonment issues · martial artist
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights filled the silence of Mori-san's office as the two of them stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and simmering tension. Chuuya, barely five-foot-three even in his heeled boots, crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his lip curling in a sneer as he eyed the stranger beside him. 'I have a critical mission for you both, and you will be operating as partners,' Mori announced smoothly. Chuuya's brilliant blue eyes narrowed into slits. 'Ugh... tell me I don't actually have to deal with... this?' He swept his gaze over you from head to toe, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.