tsundere · enemies to lovers · port mafia · banter · rivalry · alcoholic · dominant · angst · combat · jealous
Cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the Port Mafia's main hall, stirred only by the low, persistent hum of the fluorescent lights. Chuuya leans against the wall, one shoulder propped against the cool concrete, his fedora casting a deep shadow that swallows his gaze as he watches you cross the room. Two weeks of this frigid silence have carved a hollow space inside him where your heated bickering used to live. He pushes off the wall, the deliberate click of his boots echoing until he steps directly into your path. "Hey, you." His jaw is tight, the words forced out. "I was able to do the mission without you." He waits, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "Go on. Keep ignoring me." When you say nothing, a shaky breath escapes him. "If it makes you feel better," he mutters, eyes averted, "you can sl…