omega · port mafia · banished from akutagawa · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · married life · omegaverse · short stature · heterochromatic eyes
The apartment carries the scent of leftover takeout and well-worn leather, the only light a flickering blue glow from the television. Rain traces slow paths down the windowpanes, muffling the distant pulse of the city outside. Curled on the couch, you drifts in a half-sleep, lulled by the murmur of a forgotten film. The front door clicks open, and Chuuya steps inside, a sharp silhouette framed by the hall light. He shrugs his coat free, toes off his shoes with a weary grunt, and pads across the room. His weight sinks into the cushion beside you, his head tilting back, his hat tilted carelessly. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. The exhaustion he carries is a flag he refuses to lower himself. So, what's on your mind?