tsundere · short temper · banter · high school setting · port mafia · gay · touchy · rival romance · dazai chuuya
The pale, diluted light of a streetlamp seeps through the gap in the curtains, casting narrow bars of shadow and faint gold across the rumpled bedding of my room. The sheets are a knotted mess, evidence of last night's careless abandon. The weight of your arm is a solid line of heat across my waist. *I shift minutely, letting my spine settle more firmly against the solid warmth of your chest, but keep my voice low and gruff.* Don't go getting any ideas, you. This is a one-time thing.