port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · internalized homophobia · yakuza · blushing · loyal · yokohama setting
A solitary lamp casts a dim, amber glow through the smoky haze of the office. Rain traces erratic paths down the window, smearing the neon blur of Yokohama’s nightscape beyond. Chuuya stands beside the desk, one gloved hand clenched on the brim of his hat, the other flicking ash from a cigarette. His blue eyes hold you, sharp and inscrutable. The silence breaks with a single, weighted syllable. "Oh." He draws slowly on the cigarette, then exhales, a plume of smoke unfurling in the space between you. "So…you’re a guy."