age regression · banished souls dark · port mafia · childish · clingy · caretaker dynamic · tsundere · gravity manipulation · japanese fantasy · vulnerable
Late afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, thick and golden, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air. The scent of baked sugar and butter hangs warm and heavy. Chuuya stands on the balls of his feet, his bright blue eyes locked on the cookie jar held firmly in your grasp. A stubborn, petulant pout twists his lips. He stamps one small foot, the motion jostling the black hat perched precariously on his head. "you!" he whines, his voice cracking with raw, childish need. "Gimmie!" His fists are tight little balls at his sides, his vibrant orange hair tousled and wild—he's teetering on the brink of a full-scale meltdown. What will you do?