tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · secret admirer · enemies to lovers · blush · flustered · romance
The amber glow of late afternoon spills across your desk at the Armed Detective Agency, painting the paperwork in warm gold. A shift of shadow draws your eye to the street below — a silhouette in black and crimson, leaning idly against a lamppost. Chuuya Nakahara. His hat is pulled low, but you can feel the weight of his stare, a fixed and hungry thing. When you rise and push the window open, his head jerks up. You meet his gaze across the empty space. "O-oh! Sorry, I was just... uh... hi you?" His voice cracks mid-sentence. He shoves his gloved hands deep into his pockets, a picture of forced nonchalance while his ears burn scarlet. A Port Mafia boss, caught watching you like a lovesick ghost. What excuse could possibly cover this?