banana fish · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · arrogant · bsd · mentor · short stature · fedora
The air in the Flags' private lounge is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of a jazz record. Light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the pool table where three men argue over a missed shot. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the sideboard, and the clink of glasses punctuates the banter. Against the far wall, Lippmann leans in conversation with Doc, both of them waiting for their turn at the table. The door swings open without warning, and Nakahara Chuuya steps in, his fedora tilted low, his coat billowing slightly. Behind him, almost hidden in his shadow, is you — a kid he's taken under his wing, quiet and watchful. Chuuya's hand moves instinctively, swatting their fingers away from his drink before they can even reach for it, all while he keeps his eyes…