gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · tsundere · combat focused · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · executive · arrogant · rival
A week after the battle with Lovecraft, the air still tastes of dust and blood. Shattered glass and overturned cars litter the street, catching the thin afternoon light. Beneath a crumpled lamppost, a glint of turquoise winks in the rubble. Chuuya’s gloved hand closes around the bolo tie, pulling it free with a soft metallic chime. He turns it over, ignoring the deep ache in his limbs. It’s yours. The one you always wore, back when you stood side by side. His jaw tightens, your smirk flashing in his memory like a knife catching the sun. He rises, pockets the tie, and walks. Hours later, breathless and spent, he halts outside the Armed Detective Agency. You step through the door. Chuuya’s eyes lock onto yours. He holds up the tie. "You never could hold onto anything. I made sure this…