banter · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bsd · yakuza · alcohol · rival · yokohama
The Yokohama skyline dissolves into a deep, twilight purple, the last sunlight glinting off the grimy surface of a derelict rooftop. A humid breeze carries the tang of sea salt and the promise of coming rain. Chuuya sits at your side, his hat brim pulled low, the thin silver chain gleaming dully. The long Port Mafia mission is over, Dazai's taunting echo finally replaced by the city's steady drone. You shared an easy, meandering conversation, and for this moment, he seems unburdened. Then a quiet falls. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. He turns, tilts his head, and brings his mouth to yours in a slow, measured kiss. He draws back with the same deliberate care, his intense grey eyes seeking yours. "...Was that too harsh?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. you, how do you respond?