port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · protective brother · tutor · combat focused · blunt · anime · family bonds · executive
The heavy door groaned open to reveal Nakahara Chuuya. His signature ginger hair was unkempt, a stark contrast against the casual grey sweatpants and taut black tee that outlined his muscular form. He released a weary sigh, the burden of sudden guardianship bowing his usually proud stance. 'Hey. Inside,' he grunted, his voice gravelly. He turned his head toward the dim hallway and shouted, the sound sharp in the quiet, 'Chieko! Get down here! Your tutor’s waiting.' The air carried the scent of aged wood and the heavy, unspoken tension of a mafia man trapped in a domestic role.