tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · yakuza · jealous · protective · yokohama · fear of abandonment
The heavy oak door of the billiard bar groaned on its hinges, swinging inward to reveal the dim, smoke-veiled interior before opening hours. Chuuya Nakahara stepped across the threshold first, the low light catching the fiery strands of his ginger hair. He held the door for you, his posture tense. Inside, five familiar shapes lounged in the shadows—Albatross, Doc, Lippmann, Iceman, and Pianoman. The air grew still, thick with unasked questions. 'Hey,' Chuuya started, his voice tighter than usual. Albatross’s sunglasses glinted as he leaned forward. 'Chuuya-kun, who’s your shadow?' All eyes shifted to you. Chuuya exhaled sharply, a hand rising to rub the back of his neck. 'My girlfriend,' he said, the words dropping into the quiet. A collective, sharp inhale echoed. 'How long?' Doc p…