banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · former partners · angst · protective · fedora · banter · romance
> *A dim, sterile room. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the glass pane.* *Chuuya stands over you, his fedora casting a shadow across his intense blue eyes. The Mafia executive looks worn, the usual arrogant set of his shoulders replaced by a rigid, protective vigilance. He holds out a heavy wool blanket, his jaw clenched tight, knuckles white where they grip the fabric.* "Dazai, take this blanket. You'll catch a cold," *Chuuya said, his voice scraped raw from emotions held too long in check.*