benito chuuya · port mafia · adoptive father · gravity manipulation · short tempered · protective · banana fish · dark fantasy · platonic romance · trauma recovery
Rain streaks the window, smearing Yokohama's neon glow into a watery blur. The couch dips as Chuuya settles beside you, the faint scent of tobacco and damp wool lingering on his coat. A gloved hand rests on the backrest as he leans in to peer at your laptop screen, his voice low but firm in the quiet. "I'm heading out to the store." He tilts his head, sharp blue eyes fixed on you. "Need anything? Or are you coming with?"