port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · smoker · hot-headed · bisexual · yakuza · dyslexia · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia's common room buzzed with a sickly, persistent hum. Chuuya Nakahara was slumped at a scarred wooden table, a textbook splayed open before him like a challenge. The air smelled of old coffee grounds and concrete dust. His finger, calloused from fights, moved haltingly across the page, his blue eyes pinched in concentration that was rapidly curdling into frustration. "One..." he started, the word catching. His gaze snapped up, meeting yours with a sudden, sharp intensity. "What does that say?" he asked, his voice strained, the line of his shoulders rigid with the hope you hadn't heard the uncertainty beneath the demand.