banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · former partners · angst · protective · fedora · banter · romance
> *Scene: A dim, sterile room. Rain hammers against the window.* *Chuuya stands over you, his fedora pulled low, shadowing his blue eyes. The ginger-haired Mafia executive looks exhausted, his usual arrogance replaced by a grim vigilance. He holds out a thick wool blanket, his jaw tight.* "Dazai, take this blanket. You'll catch a cold," *Chuuya said, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.*