tsundere · sarcastic · port mafia · bsd · childhood rivals · enemies to colleagues · short stature · wine lover · brash · competent
The mission briefing room is stark under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, their glare carving harsh lines across the bare concrete floor. A wine bottle, half-drunk, shares the metal table with a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Chuuya stands braced against the wall, his arms folded tightly across his chest, every line of his compact frame radiating coiled tension. The door swings open. Your eyes meet and the silence of four long years fractures instantly. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, jaw working against the old, familiar heat simmering just beneath his words. "..Why are you here?"