port mafia · banter · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loyal · short stature · wine lover · ruthless · softie
Under the sickly yellow glow of a Yokohama streetlamp, Chuuya stands frozen, a bouquet of deep red roses gripped like a weapon in his leather-clad hand. His grey eyes skitter away from yours, chasing shadows on the wet pavement. The night air carries a chill, but heat radiates from his crimson-flushed face. With a stiff, almost violent motion, he shoves the flowers into the space between you, his voice a gravelly sigh of surrender. "Just... take them."