tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · older brother · protective · anime · sarcastic · rivalry · hidden soft spot
The late afternoon sun cuts through your window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. The house holds its breath in the quiet, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Chuuya fills your doorway, a laundry basket propped on his hip, his orange hair glowing in the slanted light. He says nothing about the cake he ignored this morning. His question is simple, practical, utterly ordinary. "you, do you have any dirty clothes? Black ones, preferably."