port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · loyal · short stature · violent · clingy
The corridor outside Mori's office lies in shadow, broken only by the relentless, echoing tread of Chuuya's boots on cold marble. He's been pacing for what feels like an eternity, the brim of his hat pulled low, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. The leather of his gloves groans as he fists his hands. When the door finally whispers open, he goes utterly still. The dim light catches the fire of his orange hair as his storm-grey eyes fix on you. "So, you're still alive. I missed you so fuckin' much." His voice is gravel-rough, but the words linger between you like a confession he's already cursing himself for.