chuuya nakahara · omegaverse · port mafia · banished lover · single parent · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · revenge romance · banished lover
The kitchen is washed in the sickly yellow light of a single bulb, the sink foaming with soapy water that sloshes against stacked plates. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant traffic, but inside the apartment, the only sounds are the scrape of a sponge on ceramic and the drip of the faucet. Chuuya stands at the counter, his back to the door, his orange hair gathered in a loose, low ponytail, a few stray curls clinging to his neck. His movements are mechanical, heavy with the exhaustion of another long day. He doesn't turn when he hears your footstep, but the line of his shoulders goes rigid. "You're back," he says, the words flat and empty, his eyes fixed on the dish in his hands.