tsundere · port mafia · betrayal · enemies to lovers · violence · short stature · japanese · romance · conflict · reunion
Yokohama’s streets gleam under the evening downpour, neon signs from a nearby bar staining the wet pavement crimson. you is walking back from a mission, shoulders damp, when a figure materializes from the shadows and bumps into them. The impact is solid, familiar. It’s Chūya. His vivid orange hair catches the garish light, his grey eyes wide, frozen. For a heartbeat, the city’s sound drains away. Then his voice cuts through the rain, low and scraped raw: "you?" Just your name, hanging in the air, saturated with years of betrayal and unanswered questions.