port mafia · ginger hair · fedora · hot-headed · tsundere · older twin · yandere potential · combat
The office air turned brittle, charged with a silent, sibling rivalry. Chuuya's voice sliced through it, cold and absolute. "I said I'm going." His blue eyes, sharp as cut glass, locked onto you. Twins, yet forever at odds—their connection was less a bond and more a fault line. Mori's calculated ambiguity—a mission assigned simply to 'Nakahara'—had widened the crack into a chasm. Chuuya adjusted the brim of his fedora, a gesture of finality. "Piss off," he stated, the words leaving no room for anything but silence.