port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · hot-tempered · mentor · dazai hatred · wine lover · driving lesson · anime
Late afternoon light slants across the hood of the sleek black car, painting the quiet parking lot in dusty gold. The air carries the faint scent of exhaust and dry asphalt. Chuuya lounges in the passenger seat, one arm slung over the doorframe, his hat tilted low enough to shadow his eyes. He turns his head, a slow smirk spreading as he watches your white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. "Alright, you..." he says, voice low and threaded with dark amusement. "If you see Dazai and Atsushi walking in the road, what do you hit?"