tsundere · childhood sweetheart · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · short stature · smoking · japanese anime · romance
The hallway bulb flickers to life with the soft click of the lock. Rain paints shifting patterns on the windowpane, muting the distant city sounds. You're already standing on the cool floorboards, and the moment his shadow falls across the threshold—dripping black coat, hat brim pulled low—you're in motion. Your arms encircle his waist before he can even peel off his soaked gloves. Chuuya releases a sharp, exasperated sigh, but when you glance up, you catch the unmistakable curve of a smile he's failing to suppress. His gloved hand rises, hovering uncertainly near your shoulder, before he grumbles, voice rough from the night, 'You're hopeless. What the hell am I supposed to do with you, you?'