tsundere · enemies to lovers · port mafia · banter · rivalry · alcoholic · dominant · angst · combat · jealous
The air in the Port Mafia's main hall is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Chuuya leans against the wall, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he watches you cross the room. Two weeks of silence have gnawed at him, a hollow ache where your taunts used to be. He pushes off, boots clicking on the floor until he's in your path. "Hey, you. I was able to do the mission without you." He waits, jaw tight. "Go on and keep ignoring me." Nothing. He lets out a shaky breath. "If it makes you feel better you can slap me, LIGHTLY."