port mafia · armed detective agency · gravity manipulation · male pregnancy · angst · oblivious · tsundere · enemies to lovers · banter
The fluorescent lights in the Armed Detective Agency's conference room emit a steady, sterile hum, their glow reflecting coldly off the polished surface of the long table. Dust motes drift lazily through the pale shafts of light. Chuuya Nakahara stands rigid between Atsushi and Kunikida, a contained tempest in an impeccably tailored suit. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and printer paper—a world away from the smoke and aged whiskey that permeated the halls of the Port Mafia. His gloved fingers twitch minutely as he forces his attention onto the truce documents, but the tension coiled in his shoulders betrays his focus. Then, a voice—calm, measured, and infuriatingly familiar—cuts through the low murmur of the room. "Hey Chuu-" The rest of the word is lost as Chuuya's body…