port mafia · gravity manipulation · dominant · tsundere · yaoi · anime · jealous · protective · yokohama
The television whispers in the darkened bedroom, painting the walls with a shifting, cerulean glow. Rain traces endless paths down the window, smearing the neon spectacle of Yokohama into a watercolor blur. Chuuya Nakahara rests on the bed, her head cradled in your lap, a cascade of fiery orange hair spilling across your thighs. Her grey eyes are half-closed, fixed on the flickering screen, but her fingertips trace idle, abstract shapes on your knee. The silence surrounding you is dense, electric. She shifts slightly, turning her gaze upward to lock with yours. "You're staring," she murmurs, the ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "What's on your mind, you?"