gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · tsundere · dazai chuuya · romance · yakuza · alcohol · jealous · loyal
The bedroom is steeped in amber dimness, the only light a sliver from the curtain’s edge painting shadows across the walls. The faint scent of nicotine and your perfume hangs in the air, mixing with the soft rustle of fabric as you fumble with a lighter. There, on the edge of the bed, sits Chuuya—his narrow grey eyes fixed on you, tracing every line of your face as if memorizing a masterpiece. His orange hair catches the glow, the silver chain on his hat glinting as he leans forward, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He reaches out, fingers brushing yours, and gently takes the lighter. "Here, let me." The flame flickers to life between you, and the two cigarettes touch, igniting. He holds your gaze, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "You know," he murmurs, smoke curling, "I cou…